The sensation of traveling through dimensions was hard to describe. It wasn't like moving through space—it felt as if reality itself folded around them, momentarily replacing their existence with something else. Allen felt a slight tug on his being, a brief sense of weightlessness, and then—
He arrived.
The moment his feet touched solid ground, Allen's senses sharpened. The air smelled different—crisp, dense, and filled with a strangely familiar energy. The sky was incredibly clear, revealing a beautiful view of the sea in the distance. Behind him stood a massive, luxurious castle.
"Is this what Raviel meant by a mansion?" Allen said, squinting slightly as he took it all in. "Yeah… this place would be more accurately described as a castle."
Not long after he spoke, Tiamat stepped out of the transparent door that had appeared behind him. She looked around curiously, and the moment she spotted Allen, she immediately walked over to him.
"Master, we should go inside the mansion first and take a look around," Tiamat said, clearly happy at the chance to spend some time alone with him.
"Oh, okay. Let's go then," Allen replied, not refusing her suggestion at all.
The moment they stepped inside, Allen was struck by the sheer scale of the interior. The castle's halls were vast yet warm, illuminated by soft golden light that didn't come from torches or lamps, but seemed to emanate from the walls themselves. Marble floors reflected their footsteps, while elegant pillars lined the corridors, each carved with intricate patterns that hinted at an ancient yet refined aesthetic.
"This place is really magnificent," Allen muttered as he looked around. "Oh, there's even a piano here."
He touched the piano lightly, then sat down and played a few notes from melodies he knew—Moonlight Sonata, among them. Tiamat quietly listened, clearly enjoying the beautiful melody. After about five minutes, Allen finished playing.
Tiamat clapped her hands happily. "That was truly beautiful, Master. You play wonderfully," she said, slipping naturally back into her maid-like demeanor.
Allen simply smiled. "Thank you, Tia… but there are definitely people out there who play the piano far better than I do," he replied honestly.
Tiamat smiled softly. "Then let's continue exploring, my—"
"Oke, but Tia," Allen interrupted gently, "could you stop calling me 'master' and just call me Allen? I don't really like that kind of title—especially when the one saying it is my future wife. And right now it's just the two of us, so I want us to relax and enjoy our time together."
Tiamat nodded. As a goddess, she understood his thoughts even without words—it was a passive ability for beings like her. Still, she was a little disappointed; she had enjoyed calling him that.
"Hm… okay, Allen," Tia said.
But when Allen reached out his hand toward her, inviting her to hold it, her mood instantly brightened again.
After that, they began opening doors at random, moving from room to room.
The first was a spacious living hall, furnished with plush sofas, low tables, and massive windows overlooking the sea. White curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, and the distant sound of waves echoed faintly through the room.
"This would be a good place to relax," Allen said. "Or do absolutely nothing."
"Yes," Tiamat nodded seriously. "Doing nothing is very important."
Allen chuckled.
The next room turned out to be a private library. Floor-to-ceiling shelves were filled with books of every size and language imaginable. Some looked old just from their covers, while others appeared surprisingly modern.
"Wow, this place even has this," Allen said as he pulled out a random book and flipped through it. "Hmm, they even have a collection of George R. R. Martin novels."
Tiamat peeked over his shoulder. "That looks more like history than a novel," she said, referring to the writing style that jumped between many points of view instead of focusing on a single main character. "For ordinary readers, books like this can be quite difficult and complicated."
"Well, that's true," Allen replied. He closed the book after reading a few pages and glanced at the other titles on the shelves.
After that, they continued deeper into the castle, eventually reaching the sleeping quarters.
There were multiple bedrooms—far more than necessary. Each one had its own distinct theme: some elegant and minimalist, others lavish and ornate, clearly designed with different tastes in mind.
Allen stopped in front of one particular room. The bed was enormous, draped in dark fabric with gold accents, and the atmosphere felt calm—almost protective.
"…This one feels like the main bedroom," he said.
He jumped onto the bed and let his body rest for a moment. "Come on, Tia. Join me."
Without hesitation, Tiamat followed, jumping toward the bed as well. Seeing that, Allen quickly shifted aside so she wouldn't crash into him.
"Hahaha," Allen laughed, then immediately pulled Tiamat into a hug.
Her face turned red, and without realizing it, she suddenly kissed Allen. Their kiss lingered—long and affectionate. Allen slipped his tongue in, and Tiamat responded in kind. After several minutes, their lips finally parted.
There was a brief silence.
Allen gently touched Tiamat's cheeks and lips, then slowly sat up. "We should probably check out another place first," he said. He didn't want to go further right now—at the very least, he wanted to wait until their wedding day so it would feel special. And if he truly couldn't wait, then at least until nightfall.
Tiamat nodded.
As they left the room, they eventually reached a balcony overlooking the ocean. Sunlight reflected beautifully off the water, and the wind carried the scent of salt and freedom.
Allen rested his arms on the railing. "Hmm… this place is really beautiful."
Tiamat stepped beside him, standing just a little too close. Allen wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. He truly couldn't hold himself back.
Ah… it seems I really enjoy doing this with Tiamat, he thought as he gazed out at the beautiful ocean.
Meanwhile, Tiamat was clearly enjoying the moment as well.
...
While Allen and Tiamat were enjoying their quiet time together inside the mansion, Raviel was elsewhere—far away, within the Type-Moon world, during the Age of Gods, 12,000 BC.
This world was already standing on the edge of annihilation.
The land burned without end. Forests turned to ash, mountains collapsed into dust, and the cries of countless lives were swallowed by roaring winds. A White Titan (Sefar)– advanced across the earth.
Sefar was an alien war machine, a unit born from the colossal extraterrestrial structure known as Velber, an existence that traversed the cosmos with a single purpose: the eradication of civilizations. Now, having descended upon this world, it marched forward relentlessly, reducing entire continents to cinders and slaughtering every living being it encountered without discrimination.
Cities vanished in moments.
Seas boiled, as if rejecting existence itself.
Even the sky seemed to mourn, darkened by smoke and despair, as though grieving the end of an age.
The Counter Force responded in desperation.
Heroes from countless eras, timelines, and parallel histories were summoned one after another, dragged into this doomed battlefield by the instinct of survival itself. Gods descended in full force, casting aside pride, authority, and divine arrogance, standing shoulder to shoulder in a final resistance against extinction.
It was meaningless.
For Sefar possessed the ability to absorb and replicate the powers of the civilizations it destroyed, growing stronger with every fallen culture, every shattered myth, every erased god.
One by one, they fell.
Heroes were crushed beneath overwhelming force.
Gods were torn apart, their divine forms shattered.
Legends were erased in grotesque silence.
And with every death, Sefar only grew stronger.
Yet amidst this apocalypse, Raviel did not even glance at the battlefield.
She stood apart from the chaos, her figure calm and unshaken as the world screamed around her. Her ruby-red eyes—deep, radiant, and utterly inhuman—reflected the burning horizon without a hint of concern.
There was no fear in them.
No sorrow.
Only quiet, unwavering intent.
"This world is still following its original script…" she murmured softly.
She wasn't here to save it.
She was here to collect something precious.
More accurately—someone.
Several someones.
Her gaze shifted, piercing through layers of reality itself, locking onto distant divine signatures scattered across the dying world.
The goddesses of Olympus—or rather, those who could still be classified as Machine Gods. After all, their true bodies were not divine flesh, but colossal extraterrestrial vessels.
Hera.
Artemis.
Athena.
Hestia.
Demeter.
Persephone.
Aphrodite.
A faint, knowing smile curved her lips.
"Ah… finally found you," Raviel whispered, her ruby eyes glinting with quiet amusement.
"Oh? And it seems they're still fighting," Raviel said casually.
However, not long after those words left her lips, her gaze caught a horrifying sight.
Swish—!
A single swing of Sefar's arm cleaved through existence itself. Athena's body was split cleanly in two, severed with effortless brutality. The shockwave of that strike followed through, splitting multiple continents apart as if they were nothing more than fragile glass.
At the same time, Artemis was sent plummeting from the atmosphere—her divine frame hurled into the heavens after Sefar used Athena's own spear to launch her skyward like discarded debris.
Meanwhile, the other gods and goddesses were already in states of ruin.
Zeus had been impaled against a mountain, his body pinned helplessly in place.
Hera, with half of her body destroyed, was scattered across the ocean alongside Hestia and Aphrodite.
Not far from them, Demeter and Persephone lay collapsed, barely clinging to existence.
"Oh… it seems they're already finished," Raviel remarked, her tone unbothered, as if she were merely commenting on a passing scene.
Then—
Ares appeared.
His form had grown colossal, towering like a giant war machine—almost Gundam-like, radiating raw violence. In his grasp was Photon Ray: Sword of the War God. Without hesitation, he swung the blade.
The strike sent Sefar flying several kilometers away, crashing into a distant mountain—
BOOM!
The mountain was annihilated instantly, reduced to nothing but rubble and shockwaves.
Yet even that was not enough.
Moments later, Amaterasu descended, her presence blazing like a second sun. She opened her mouth and unleashed Solar Cosmic Rays, a divine torrent that erased what remained of the mountain, pulverizing it into dust. The attack tore through the layers of the world itself, piercing deep enough to expose the Realm of the Dead beneath the earth.
But then—
A deafening scream echoed across existence.
BOOM.
A counterattack—one capable of destroying anything—washed over the battlefield. The surface of the world was wiped clean, and even parts of the Realm of the Dead vanished without leaving a trace, erased as if they had never existed.
"Oh, that was truly an entertaining battle," Raviel said, almost tempted to clap.
Watching Ares and the Goddess Amaterasu fight side by side against the White Titan was, without question, a spectacle worthy of legend. A clash so overwhelming it could only be described as epic.
Yet Raviel noticed something else.
Ares was growing stronger.
Much stronger.
The war itself was feeding him. In this world, the concept of war had just been born, forged by the catastrophic clash between the White Titan and the gods. And with that birth, the God of War, Ares, was receiving a new buff, his existence evolving alongside the violence consuming the age.
And with that, she stepped forward—
walking calmly through the end of an age, as if the destruction of the world itself were nothing more than background noise.
Moments later, Raviel teleported.
She appeared before what remained of the goddesses—
or rather, before the remnants of their bodies. What stood before her were no longer complete divine forms, but fractured avatars, desperately sustaining themselves while transferring fragments of their power into those vessels.
Raviel snapped her fingers.
At once, the remaining cores of Athena, Artemis, Hera, Hestia, Aphrodite, Demeter, and Persephone were gathered together, drawn toward her as faint, flickering lights.
"Hello. Excuse me," Raviel greeted them casually.
Her voice was light, almost cheerful, as if she were interrupting a casual meeting rather than the final moments of dying gods.
"…Who are you?" Hera asked.
Her voice echoed as a projected avatar, emerging from within her core as she stared directly at Raviel.