Guardians of the Future
Final Battle vs Administrator - Space
"The Lights in the Sky are Stars"
It's an apocalypse that anyone can understand, a truth that no amount of delusion can hide.
While it had fought up until now with methods a human could believe themselves capable of countering, the reality that appears against it's opponent's now is a strike so absurd that all thought has surely ceased within the presence of it. It is but a fraction of this God's power, a simple command for the stars themselves to reduce it's opponents to nothing, gathered together into a single sphere of magical energy so dense that it simply cannot be sensed anymore, for it's aura permeates everything, an attack so absolute that all understand they are not even ants before this beings might...
It is designed to be such a thing; while it's usual methods are to break the will of it's opponents slowly, that is simple preference, something that it can toss aside the moment it realizes it is bordering right on the edge of the usual divine arrogance.
This is it's world, formed and maintained by it's cognition. Thinking that they can reject it's decisions is foolish, and to prove it to them, it creates something that cannot be stopped, overpowered, or countered, and unleashes it with a calmness befitting that of the "Highest God." The power of "Observation" was fueled by belief, but who can truly believe that the approaching conflagration can be stopped?
No.
Those who observe it must surely understand that they are doomed, and that there is nothing they can do to stop it. It is not just the blast itself, even if they somehow defend themselves from it, the loss of the stars and the sun will throw the entirety of their universe out of order; they will freeze to death, or be dragged into new cosmic phenomena as an uncaring universe collapses in on itself once it's ever fragile stability is finally challenged by a force that is even stronger than itself.
Hope will surely be snuffed out, and that will mark the end of their "true loss."
Once they give up, it can do whatever it wishes to do to them without the slightest danger of resistance. It will be an eternal sleep without end, more souls to the graveyard that was it's testament to those worlds that had been found lacking, and had then come to face it and lose.
Yes.
That conflagration of sound certainly shocks their minds to their core.
Even so...
Even so...
All it takes is one.
The first to step forward to oppose it is a boy that has become something far more than a simple youth; he is someone that takes only a single step forward to oppose the absolute end, but in that single step becomes the spark that not only transforms his own self into a conceptual entity, a longed for hero born of his own desires as well as those of the humanity that lay at his back-
"..."
-but lights the fires of rebellion, shattering the diamond-like ice of despair.
All it takes is one.
The existence of someone who continues to radiate "hope" is enough to restart that fire. If one puts their mind to it, then anyone could step forward and be the voice that leads to change; a single call to not give in could rouse them all as a whole to fight, yes...!
More than anything else perhaps, that was the true power of that knight-!
"Kingslayer? Foolish boy. We are Death. We are Fate. Your lives exist within the palms of our hands, and we will crush you just as easily as we gave you life."
There is no one that can stop the end now, as it has been written into the history of this world. Even as that knight does the impossible to protect those behind his back, a solitary figure -no bigger than a speck of dust- slowing an attack that would have otherwise consumed both him and the planet by now to something that enables the others to act, the God greets the words of that conceptual entity with an absolute confidence that the knight himself is now able to mirror.
Slowing it is fine.
Let them drag it out.
Being slowly pushed to one's doom could break the mind just as easily as a sudden reversal; even if the knight himself may not fall, those that lay beyond his back, yes...
The fall of the planet is the fall of hope, and the exact moment in which humanity's future scatters like dust into the wind.
And it's an outcome that has already been written into history.
Even so, the knight does not care.
In order to be what he must, he cannot allow doubts to invade his self anymore.
---
For once, even her will had been shaken in the face of an impossible strike.
Coming to herself with a blink in the face of absolute power, the sight of the younger generation throwing themselves headlong into a battle that they cannot win is something that her younger self could have easily emulated, but the 'self' that exists now can only regard with a mix of powerlessness, doubt and frustration. While she does not have eyes that can read the future, her own battle experience as a survivor of two different supernatural wars automatically informs her that nothing within her repertoire has the ability to change fate. There is no spell she possesses that can dispel a literal compression of stars, and even if there was one, the nature of that God's magic would render it ineffective.
She has only seen it a handful of times, but Universal Law was relatively simple.
That star was fated to destroy the earth, and thus it would do so. In that regard the Admiral's order had been the best they could do, outright stopping it from accomplishing it's task was impossible, it was the strongest form of concept magic she had ever witness; something that declared fate so casually that it could be called the ultimate curse. Even with the factors, her ESP was not suited for direct combat, and the idea that her Eclipse would be able to defend everything against such an irrational attack is something even her idealistic mind can't bring itself to actually believe...
As for power against power, the God had proven itself stronger then her already, even when it had been holding back.
---She can't see a way out.
It's the burden that comes with acknowledging reality, of having lived through a war that had trampled on her ideals and shown her how cruel reality could be, and yet-
"What a strangely hopeless face... That's not like you at all."
A ghost speaks to her.
Dark hair and red eyes, a fallen loved one, and someone who had always believed in her without fail, even when she herself had not... It's one of many reasons that person had clung to the living world as hard as she had, to come face to face with her best friend one more time, and just talk without curses or world ending threats getting in the way.
---But it seems she wouldn't quite get that this time either.
It was the last time, and she wouldn't get it even here; but in the end, that was just how their relationship had always seemed to go; always something going on outside that they couldn't ignore, even so...
"Don't give up. You were always the one that found her way through, when it mattered, you always found a way to win. An idiot who couldn't let the wrong stay wrong, who fought even when she didn't know how, but gave it her all anyways... That's the dummy we need. Restraint isn't in the Cross vocabulary, right?"
A passing comment.
It's not as romantic as it should be, it's a last bit of teasing that'll probably be the end of it.
After this battle, that person will disappear.
It's a parting that happened eight years ago, even so, passing each other on the battlefield...
She smiles.
"Dummy... Please... I only had to do all of that because you couldn't stop getting into trouble."
---That's right.
She can't give up, if her mind knew it was impossible, she had always been one to fight with her heart instead-!
No, not even that...
Giving up before giving it all she had...
That wasn't the Cross way at all-!
There was one thing she could try, one path she had instinctively tried to avoid; to say her power wasn't suited for combat was true, but that was only in a direct sense. To gaze into the past was something that seemed suited only for detective work, but in this scenario, within this world, with these factors...
---It was a gate to the past.
The 46 billion years that had been lived by Liane Cross within this spiral. Not information gained from others, rather a reintegration of all of her 'previous selves' with her current self.
---In a way, it's a scarier prospect than dying. Even if it is her own self, those selves had surely lived different lives, and bringing them 'back' was something that would threaten her current self, even so...
It is not like it is some great taboo.
It is just a record of her own memories, the culmination of who "Liane Cross" had been for all of this time; would she change irrevocably, would she be able to look at the world in the same way?
It's a question she can't answer, even so...
If others trusted her, then she would also trust in "herself."
Closing her eyes, the Golden Witch throws her mind and spirit back into the past.
---
In terms of spiritual weapons, the strongest thing she possessed was the SLEIPNIR itself. It was a relic that had existed in the family since they had found it during world war II, and something that they had taken for the purposes of controlling it's use, of ensuring that no one would be able to use it to wreak absolute devastation on human battlefields. The duty of an exorcist was to protect the world and it's people, and this had been their way of doing that back in the day; in that regard one could say that only her family could even pilot the ship at all, it had been redesigned so it wouldn't function without their presence, so it couldn't simply be stolen from them by the higher-ups for darker purposes, and now...
"Connection to Valhalla established, all seven satellites aligned. Don't underestimate us you divine bastard."
It was time to use that family heirloom to it's absolute fullest.
The ship itself was her "COMP."
The Factors were not quite as convenient as one would hope, in order to utilize them, both a soul and a direct consciousness were needed; while it might be possible in the future to make computers that fit those requirements, as it is now, one could say that a human host -or rather some form of sentient will- is needed for those powers to be of any use at all to the user.
It meant they had to take the backlash, if she wanted 'infinite' energy, then she had to be willing to be the core of that flow of energy.
In this case that was fine, because she had always been this ship's core. She was it's main power source, a spiritual weapon needs spiritual power to function after all, and while it could take it from the crew as well, it wouldn't move without her will; she was the key that went in the ignition, the one person who would have to maintain her connection to it no matter how painful it got.
She didn't ask for anyone else's help, she had always been willing to take on the entirety of that burden alone, but her lieutenants had gone out of their way to offer their own power over the years, and now-
"The spiritual link seems functional. You ready Maiya? Tachibana? Nakamura-san? Mongeau?"
"Of course. Orders, Admiral?"
"...Heh..."
-The people of Aoyama were proving to be just as insane in their own way.
Batteries for energy cannons, circuits in the wire called this ship, a refraction phenomena that turns one infinite attack into hundreds, all modified and amplified so that it serves as an eraser of magical energy through the lens that was Kimiko Tachibana.
"Fire the Gungnir-! If you feel like you can't keep up fall back, everyone is more useful alive-!"
Infinity roars through their veins.
"MAXIMUM-!"
---
Truly they must be desperate.
A storm of shots that exist as miniature black holes, and the seemingly infinite drills and lavender flames that follow a certain knight into the depths of a certain oblivion, the mark of a reunion -of sorts- between two friends in a desperate bid to overcome the inevitable. While the power that flows is certainly impossible, so much so that the approaching conflagration continues to slow to a noticeable degree, the God ultimately doesn't see this resistance as any form of consequential.
Even if that fire can consume the magic of others, even if it is joined by hundreds of rays of light as the SLEIPNIR's cannon is fired and space is refracted, there is no magic that can stop it from doing what it had been commanded to do; to do so would be a paradox, because it has already been decided that this blast will both strike and annihilate the planet, it will not stop until it accomplishes it's task. Even if the power that fuels it reaches a theoretical zero, it will rush on regardless in order to fulfill it's role, and-
To think that they could even reach that zero is an impossibility.
This is death, this is the end-!
Raising a hand, it gives the compressed star a 'push.'
The pressure magnifies one-hundred fold.
........................................ 
"..."
When had those two climbed aboard the ship of the dead?
It's a question that no one has time to ask or answer, and one that is somewhat irrelevant in the grand scheme of things; ultimately, the two of them had simply seen it as a method of getting closer to their opponent. If you wanted to call it insane that was fine, the idea of slingshotting themselves at the speed of dark was one that had simply come naturally to those that had been raised to be humanity's guardians.
Perhaps that is why each one knows what the other is thinking even though they have yet to meet up until now?
"..."
To take that knight's role, to send him onwards and hold back that 'star' with their bare hands. It is not a suicide mission, far from it, call it a whim, but since the world was screaming for a happy ending...
"Don't stop firing. We resist until we can't any longer."
They too, had to believe it was possible.
Even if it was naive.
To do otherwise would be to crush their own fighting spirit, and render their victory truly impossible.
Not only that...
If someone could not only survive but thrive in grasping those stars in their bare hands, wouldn't it be the two of them?
"Go."
A quiet command.
Two 'guardians' leave the ship as falling stars.
---
It was the obvious next move.
If the spell itself cannot be stopped, then the logical progression is to go after the spell-caster; that is why the sudden appearance of a foot striking down at it's head in an axe kick is one that it expects, but the force that comes along with that kick -even as it raises a hand to block it- is one that seemingly confirms a theory about the attacker.
"I see. So you gave into despair and immersed yourself in that power, Cross."
"..."
While it is not enough to break through Universal Law, the ability that comes with fully embracing the Factor of Power is the maximization of one's current potential; inside of that state, even the attacks of an everyday human would have the potential to damage a divine spirit. The attack that had appeared just now, coming from an ESPer who has seemingly done the same, is one that far surpasses the limitations it had already seen and confirmed for her, and thus...
Giving one's life for a miracle. Hoping that she can defeat it before his attack destroys the world, the God's composure remains perfect in spite of the desperation the enemy must be feeling, indeed, in response to it-
-It aims to prove that such things are meaningless now.
Pouring immense spiritual power into it's fist, it thrusts it forward with enough force to reduce even a being such as Beldr to dust in a single blow. While stronger than a normal person in a close range battle, the Liane it had fought before had been self-aware enough to challenge it to a battle of projectiles rather than martial arts, but desperation seems to have made her lose sight of her more sensible tactics, thus it will finish her with a single blow-!
"Despair? What the hell are you talking about?"
"What-?!"
Instead of a fist running straight through her chest and destroying her Sesshoseki shard, the woman that should not have the skill to do so in spite of a sudden influx of 'power,' parries the blow aimed at her vitals with a casualness that should not exist in it's presence. It's absurd, not just reducing the physical damage to zero, but deflecting the 'flow' of it's power with her own spirit, the thrust out palm deflect everything to the side as her other hand quickly fills it's vision...
Only to be followed by a dull thud of... Pain?
It's body is launched.
She follows it seamlessly.
"..."
Akashic artes...?
She's friends with Sora, and connected to the Goddess Yamuna, so for her to have some sort of ability in that martial arte is not completely unheard of; it is something used mainly by the Kuzunoha, an absolute martial art that was thought of as the "Ultimate," rivaled only by the "Absolute Arts" used by weapon wielders. But she had never been one to train in that sort of thing, she was a street fighter through and through; even assuming she had wanted to do so, she and Sora had had an estranged relationship since the end of the first war...
Even then, it is an arte one spends a lifetime developing; even Sora has holes in her style, and yet the ease with which that woman had just parried it's strike was that of someone who had been alive for centuries, if not millennia-!
Ah.
That thought lights the truth towards the answer.
Certainly, that is exactly how she had become so competent. Her ESP "Chain of Memories" was a form of psychometry; ordinarily, she had limited it's use to replicating the skills of those who had wielded the weapons before herself, that is why her wraith had stolen the Kusunagi from the SDCD months ago, but this...
Was taking things to a limit she had only once considered; replicated abilities were not entirely suited to her body, against this God, they would certainly fail her, thus-
The person she was mimicking now was her own self, or rather, all of the selves that had ever existed within the span of this endless spiral. The abilities each of them developed on their own would naturally be the most suited for this body-!
Every regret.
Every hope.
Every success.
Every failure.
Every happy memory.
Every tragic parting.
Every life.
Every death.
Reintegrating every bit of that past into herself-!
That is the Liane that had charged forward with both recklessness and a goddess-like calm, because-!
She trusts them.
The world won't be destroyed, they don't need her help in defeating the fate carried by that supernova. Instead, the collective of her own self assaults the God directly, for her, the Factor of Power was something she no longer needed, Space and Heat alone drive her fists onwards in a passionate rush towards tomorrow-!
Black and golden flames twist together into a spiral of life.
Call it her pride, but she didn't want to be passed by a student just yet-!
==STARLIGHT BREAKER==
The gun that was her self fires at point-blank range. Using the Golden Flames of her younger sister, and the curse borne by a fallen love in unison, the refined blast turns into the same silver as the stars, an edge that threatens even God on his throne-!
Or at least it would, but-
==Factor of Heat==
-The God is quick to reestablish it's superiority.
Unlike the humans, there is no danger in it using these factors to their fullest. As Heat rules over energy itself in all of it's forms, it's firm declaration drains the spiritual power that had begun to erupt from the woman as her existence had edged towards outright transformation into a "Hero-Type" Demon. While her skill has increased exponentially, the rate in which it could drain her strength is faster than she can fill herself back up again, and without the self-reinforcement provided by that influx of power, forces her to retreat or risk losing her life in but a single exchange.
---Rolling with the fist that follows shatters her ribs, but the autonomous detonation of stored spiritual power by her Hakkero reduces the damage enough that she can remain standing even after taking a hit that was meant to kill-!
As far as exchanges go, the God had certainly come out on top.
While she had landed various blows on it's body, and had even managed to blow off an arm momentarily, the God is already completely healed by the time she finally retreats slightly from it's presence. In comparison, most of the bones in that woman's body have certainly been shattered, and her spiritual reserves are at an all time low that she is only now beginning to recover from...
As Heaven's Throne had not even been forced to activate, none of her strikes had been a substantial threat to it.
No, even without it, there is no attack in this world that can destroy it. Even those things that cause it pain can only extend that far, pain; it is the ultimate being here, something that surpasses all other Divine Entities in this world of cognition. Even if an entity that matched it in 'power' appeared, it would remain superior regardless, because it's will surpasses that of all others, and-
Because it's victory is already secured.
---With the battle experience of 46 billion years, she must have known that she could not defeat it, but had charged it anyway. As she is now, she does not even have the power to help with the supernova; her Eclipse was suited for defense, so the fact that she chose to attack instead is not something the God disregards immediately. She must have had a more decisive reason for doing so, and indeed, the moment it considers that, a pulse of air throwing her body down towards the moon-
"Oh. She was stalling for you, wasn't she?"
It becomes aware of the opponent that had just crossed space in but a single step.
The Knight that had moved ahead, trusting the others to defend the world from that falling star. While it ordinarily evaded attacks seamlessly, the approach of the knight is one that is met with a blade of it's own; sword against sword, even as a 'wave' of light arcs out from the center of the blade and out into the cosmos, the God remains unharmed, a sword of pure light in it's hands.
---The blade that knight holds is also something that does not register within it's collective memory, perhaps because of that, it pushes back on the lock of blades with all the force this body can muster with the rebellious spirit inside of it.
It should be enough to crush anything regardless, but-
Neither one of them bends.
However-
"Is this the spirit of "The Hero?" Or something else? I suppose it doesn't matter."
-Absolute confidence.
"Allow me to show you how hopeless you remain, king-slayer."
---
In order to finish her opponent, she must bind it with it's own magic. It's power extended over all things in the universe, including that of history itself, and thus no half-hearted measure will ever be able to defeat it.
Against it's own magic, it's a war of corrective history.
The future made by one will just be overwritten by the other, and in terms of experience with the magic, her opponent will always be the faster of the two of them, and because of that-
"..."
She has to layer it.
Create dozens, no hundreds, of fates that the God will not have time to undo. She will only ever get the one shot -of that she is sure, her body cannot handle more- and thus she must also be sure of her victory in this moment, because of that...
The others have to defend the planet in her place.
However, she is not worried.
While once she would have insisted on doing everything herself, the words that resonate out from the past couple of hours have steeled her heart from any possible doubt.
It is because she knows they will succeed that she can focus, and it is because others believe she will carry it through that they are able to continue fighting, yes...
Because the opponent used to be a "humanity," she does not wish to destroy them. It is not just that she doubts she can without bringing this cognitive world to an end, but rather that she still believes they can come to some sort of understanding...
It might take eons.
It might take an infinity.
But the belief that she should at least try is what dictates the safest path; for now, she must seal it in perpetuity-!
For the sake of not just the world, but the friends she had made in the past that she wishes to return to, and those she had befriended in the present, who had decided to believe in her-!
Eyes open.
==Universal Law==
"Administrator! Return to your eternal sleep-!"
---
A duel to determine the fate of the world.
From the moment that knight had appeared, each step and each blow had been accompanied by the shrieking of metal as sound exists where there should be nothing, and spiritual power rockets off in a manner that would have reduced the battlefield to nothing if they had still been present within the confines of the planet. Embodying not just the wishes and dreams of others but also his own, a boy who wasn't that special in the grand scheme proves himself to be anything but ordinary in that same instant; it is the contradiction of humans, the belief that their dreams were like the stars in the sky, but that it was also possible to reach them.
If it is possible for anyone, then it is no longer special; even so, how many actually reach the stars?
Not many.
That contradiction fuels the starlit nature of such things.
Transient but strong, unique and yet as common as the stars in the sky.
---Yes. That boy has certainly become an embodiment of Dreams.
It would say it is all the work of that blade, but it is instinctively aware this is not the case; regardless, it's expression has not changed a single time since the start of the duel, and even when it comes to a pause, when the knight stoically stares back at it without fear, the thing that fuels the both of them has not changed...
And with that, the God's belief in it's victory remains absolute.
Unlike itself, that knight was reliant on the hopes and dreams of the populace, and it had already consigned them to oblivion. As a result, it doesn't matter if the knight is able to fight it to a stalemate on a physical level; only one of the two of them is on a timer, and even if that was not the case, there was nothing even that conceptual being could do about "Heaven's Throne."
It decided what existed, and what did not exist.
The hopes and dreams of the living were no different, so long as they resided here under it's power, they were incapable of defeating it.
While they were able to resist somewhat due to having similar powers as a whole, the moment the Earth died, all of them would flicker out of existence right along with it, becoming nameless souls in it's eternal graveyard.
"You have fought well, but it is useless."
They will accept it eventually.
Even now, the Supernova burns to fulfill it's purpose; it cannot be delayed forever, and while the actions of the others had seemingly sent the knight ahead to deal with the opponent personally, it was proving to be a mistake, as those that had been left behind all realize the futility of their situation at once, the selfishness of humanity is validating to see as they collectively choose to save themselves rather than fight to the bitter end, failing to understand that they continue to exist only because humanity believes that they do.
It's truly a show of a cowardly true nature, a sign that the knight that stood before it was some sort of fluke, but-
You don't back down, nor does fear or doubt cross your mind.
There is no need to back down.
Since when was anyone running away?
"Be as stubborn as you'd like, but this is the ultimate proof, in but a moment, both the light and dark that power you will flicker out."
So saying, it watches as that conflagration consumes the planet. It's over in but an instant, a star reaching out to swallow the planet whole, and from this distance it is disturbing to watch, the blue skies and waters of the planet simply being eaten in but a moment, the star losing it's cohesion and falling to pieces the moment it's task is accomplished, but-
"...What?"
Only one entity is surprised.
Concept Magic was tricky, and that magic in particular was one that left a number of holes if used carelessly; so long as the conditions are fulfilled in one way or another, then it's ability to decide fate is considered to be complete.
So it was remarkably simple.
Allow a planet to be destroyed.
It doesn't matter if it's an illusion, it doesn't matter if the people that populate it aren't real, or that it's ultimately something hollow... As long as that God itself recognized it as a planet, then the conditions it had set for 'fate' were fulfilled, and as a concept it lost all it's meaning...
At that point, succumbing to the 'resistance' of the humans had been inevitable for it.
They hadn't run away, they had simply re-positioned themselves for a 'worst case scenario,' ready to restart the resistance if Mikagura Mika's theory had proven false, and-
---It's baffling.
If it had remained connected to the self that had followed a girl to another world, then it would have easily been able to spy the illusion for what it was; but with that other self sealed in another world by that girl's actions, it no longer receives automatic updates from it.
Completely stunned.
Because the situation is almost incomprehensible, that God freezes in place, and the knight strikes without fear. But it recovers even from this, their continued clashing again ending in little more than a stalemate-
-No.
It's only slightly, but it's the one that's being pushed back, and coming in as if to turn that tide completely-
"..."
If it has come to this, then to hell with all pretenses.
Manual Defensive Authority
==Heaven's Throne==
Invoking it's invincibility manually, the God's eyes drift from the knight -who is now irrelevant- to the approaching mass of magical energy. While it is accompanied by a number of 'attacks' from the humans, none of them will be able to surpass it's conceptual invincibility, and thus none of them are important. Only the silver spell is a threat, and-
Instinct defends it.
While it had intended to simply ignore any and all attacks now, this body's sense of danger had forced it's limbs to snap to attention as an attack from the knight that should simply 'phase' through it instead threatens to strike it's body head on; this too is baffling, as the strongest observer it's ability to dictate reality should be unmatched, it's conceptual barriers were active and yet-
---No.
If it thought about it, it was possible.
In it's arrogance it hadn't thought to check, but those who were riding atop that ship.
Those were certainly those souls it had already "absorbed," and "put to rest." This world alone was not enough to overcome it's law, but all of them together...
No.
Even then, it would ordinarily still be impossible.
But a part of itself is missing -their unity is distorted- and this body -and those lingering black flames- corrupts it's resolve ever so slightly.
"..."
Even so, it does not feel fear.
If the easy options have disappeared, it simply must act quickly to defend itself; trapping the Knight within his own personalized sphere of infinite space, the God removes him from the fight for a few moments -aware that he will simply reemerge after that- and puts infinite energy into a shining white barrier.
---As far as uses of Universal Law went, it was easy to see what that woman would go with; she would attempt to seal it away, and as such, there was no way for her to ensure the hit itself would go through; if it simply stopped the blast from ever striking it, than the command itself would be worthless. Even if it persisted, it would simply throw it into a universe of infinite distance, where it would pursue it's target forever until reality itself fell to pieces around it.
With this, it wins.
That Goddess would not be able to manifest this power a second time, and rather than going the long way to destroy it's opponents, it will simply ensure each of their deaths personally through Universal Law, starting with the Knight, and working it's way down the various symbols of rebellion until the world as a whole submitted to it-!
---But even then, it misses one thing.
Just as Liane had been a distraction for the Knight, the Knight had been the distraction for a boy.
It can't even be called a miracle, because this is the result of it's own arrogance.
Makoto Fujioka.
Someone that the God had dismissed as irrelevant in it's own fragment, and had chosen not to pursue, had chosen to strike from behind amidst all the struggles and chaos created by his comrades.
At the very end, they had left it up to him.
"Im..Possi..ble..."
It can't move.
A sword that had been designed to sever this very connection severs it without fail, and-
-It comes.
A mass of starlight, one that threatens to seal the one who sat on the throne of this world, while leaving the boy who had attached himself to it unharmed.
---One that would do just that.
"Damn you... Nakahara... We-"
"Still reject it... Can't lose... Won't give up."
The explosion rocks the universe.
Amidst the endless darkness of a universe without stars, the body of Fujimoto Chiyoko plunges down to strike the moon, crashing against it without resistance.
Yamuna too, seems to lose her wings.
Plummeting down as if asleep, it is, perhaps, her unexpected fall that brings with it a sudden chill.
Because you have won, with that success, you should have won, and yet-
The silence that follows is not a victorious one.
---It feels long and unsure.
And none can place why.
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