It was over.
Not just words, but a true, definitive end.
No matter their schemes or hidden motives, the Outer Gods sprang into action at Roy's command.
To earn their freedom and pursue their desires, they moved with fervor.
Was it humiliating for mighty Outer Gods to be driven by a mere human? Absolutely.
But so what? Shame wouldn't stop them.
They had to act, and act flawlessly.
Swiftly deploying their power across the world, they eradicated every trouble and threat Roy deemed problematic.
As for the other Outer Gods still reveling in chaos, or the so-called Great Old Ones with tenuous ties, lowly beings unfit for the new world, what did it matter if they were harmed, their interests or twisted ambitions crushed?
Outer Gods lacked a concept of kinship. Their current camaraderie, their very use of the term, stemmed from Roy's influence, a novel label born of necessity.
To them, they were merely allies, strangers united by a common goal. In the absence of conflict, calling each other kin was harmless.
But when real harm arose, who cared about kin? Other Outer Gods were nothing. Splitting apart, purging them as outsiders, was perfectly natural.
Roy's directive was a masterful use of his authority, guiding the Outer Gods' power while offering both sides a graceful exit, a choice that spared them disgrace.
He was truly exhausted…
Lying in Arcueid's embrace, Roy squinted, savoring the last fleeting moments of peace.
Things had reached this point, a near-perfect resolution. All that remained was awaiting their results.
He trusted that as long as the Outer Gods genuinely craved freedom, they wouldn't sabotage this critical juncture.
It was over. Time to rest, to ponder his next steps, his future choices.
And that small spark of happiness at his fingertips…
Feeling the warmth behind his head, he closed his eyes gently.
"Arcueid…"
The youth, half-asleep in the golden-haired princess's arms, murmured.
"Roy, what's wrong?"
She leaned down, asking softly.
"Nothing, just wanted to say I love you…"
He smiled faintly, then fell silent, leaving Arcueid wide-eyed, her face a picture of astonishment.
"Eh?!!"
Meanwhile, compared to the now-empty Wandering Sea, vacated by the Outer Gods, and the tender moment between the two, Earth itself buzzed with activity.
A calamity, more abstract yet tangible than natural or man-made disasters, swept the planet, spanning reality, parallel timelines, and minor Singularities.
Eerie forces snuffed out countless potential flashpoints.
In one worldline, the newly perfected Beast of Sodom hadn't yet declared her arrival to humanity's order.
But with a piercing crack of shattered space, before she could react, a giant hand from the void seized her, dragging her screaming into a null world.
In the Temple of Time, where the incineration of humanity reached its climax, the fully realized Demon King Goetia loomed over the human Master below his throne.
Before he could gloat or deliver his victory speech, before the destined doctor could sacrifice himself as scripted, three unpredictable figures materialized beside him. With incomprehensible power, they tore a rift in the throne, unleashing an endless, indescribable calamity.
"What?!!"
Feeling his magical domain ripped apart from the outside, Goetia roared in disbelief, staring at the three sudden intruders.
"Who are you?! Chaldea's allies?! Why do even beings like you obstruct me?!!"
"Humanity, these filthy creatures, don't deserve to live!! The wish of us Demon Pillars is-"
The Outer Gods didn't respond to his questions or indulge in theatrics. They silently raised their hands.
A mere anti-summoning, a mere Demon King, a mere planetary construct didn't warrant explanation.
They cared nothing for humanity's future or fate. Their task was to obey the ark's command, eliminating all threats and disasters.
Goetia wasn't the first, nor the last.
No answer, no battle. In silence, under overwhelming, incomprehensible force, Goetia's form was erased, vanishing from the Temple of Time as if he'd never existed.
Afterward, they ignored Fujimaru Ritsuka below and the awkwardly arrived doctor, dissipating the magical energy in the great halo before vanishing to tackle the next threat.
One noticed a snow-white beast in the temple's cracks, emitting odd "Fou…" cries, and considered eliminating it. But, recalling its future role, they halted, merging back into the void.
So much happened at once that Romani Archaman, having just revealed his ring, stood frozen, awkwardly watching Ritsuka, stunned by the spectacle.
"Dr. Roman, you…"
Seeing him there, Ritsuka felt shock and confusion, but now wasn't the time for explanations.
"Forget that, Ritsuka, get out of here! With Goetia gone, this temple's collapsing!!"
Grand spectacles unfolded across every timeline. Even the Ultimate Ones slumbering on solar system planets faced unwarranted calamity.
Unresisting UOs were hurled light-years away like spiders. Those defiant were tossed to Tindalos or Cthugha's domains as fodder or fuel.
On Earth, the Dead Apostle Ancestor, Trhvmn Ortenrosse, perished instantly in his castle mid-revelry with his subordinates. In minutes, his entire faction was wiped out, too swift for the Church's overseers to react or comprehend.
Altrouge Brunestud, in Europe, lost her Black and White Knights in an instant, offering little resistance before being sealed in the Millennium Castle.
In half an hour, the planet's Dead Apostles, save a few with connections, were exterminated. Even Crimson Moon's contingencies and existence were uprooted by these incomprehensible beings, reduced to nothing.
Learning of their rivals' sudden demise, the Holy Church felt not joy but disbelief.
After a brief stupor, they knelt before giant crosses, praising the miracle of the Heavenly Father.
"My Lord…"
Farther, in distant realms…
An Outer God, clutching the Sword of the Stars, toyed with it, observing how far the nearby Saber could push her limits.
Fortunately, London's populace had been evacuated, or mere mortals glimpsing him would be corrupted instantly.
His name was Abhoth, known as "Source of Impurity" or "Progenitor of Fiends."
Unlike his eager, oppressive kin, he was calm.
The outcome was fixed; the new world was inevitable. Rather than joining the throng, he preferred savoring his current state and vessel.
So, he chose London, an intriguing locale, for experiments, starting with tasting the Sword of the Stars.
It was… underwhelming. Even at full power, it only scratched his doubly weakened form. Crippling or killing him? Impossible.
Boring, tiresome…
After toying with it, Abhoth's face soured with disinterest.
He discarded the Sword of the Stars like scrap into the ruins, sighing in boredom.
"Results, results… what a hassle…"
Suddenly, Abhoth, crouched there, sensed something. Turning, he saw a faintly familiar figure emerge from the void.
"Oh, it's you, Ghroth."
Recognizing him, Abhoth didn't linger, shifting his gaze back to Artoria battling his impure creations, enjoying the spectacle.
Though not looking, his mouth kept moving, addressing Ghroth, "What's up? Not witnessing the choice with the others, coming here instead? You think it's pointless too, right? Told you, crowding there backfires. If they'd followed my plan, sent one or two to set another trap, fooled him again…"
Amid Abhoth's chatter, Ghroth didn't respond or engage, merely closing the distance.
Unfazed by Ghroth's silence, Abhoth prattled on.
But then, a blinding light spear plummeted like a meteor, effortlessly obliterating Abhoth's setup and the freshly corrupted London.
His newly crafted masterpieces and stage were destroyed before they could shine.
"What are you doing?!"
Caught off guard, Abhoth spun around, meeting Ghroth's piercing gaze. His body sizzled under relentless light and heat, the scent of scorched flesh rising.
Abhoth's eyes widened, shock and confusion swiftly turning to fury and coldness.
Even his vessel felt searing pain when pierced by Ghroth, and seeing his meticulously crafted stage ruined before its performance naturally enraged him.
In this mix of pain and anger, he was poised to…
"Quiet down. This is a lesson, as he ordered. I'm just following commands. If you want to lose it, I won't indulge you. Now's not the time for infighting."
"What?"
Before Abhoth could erupt, a majestic celestial sound doused his rage.
Ghroth, standing before him, grinned, visibly delighted.
"The verdict's in. The ark's framework is set, our goal within reach. All we need now is the ticket, clearing all troubles and influences. Instead of raging here, risking expulsion, shouldn't you focus on earning your passage? The others are already ahead, Abhoth."
Meeting Abhoth's stunned gaze, Ghroth purred temptingly, "Come on, don't you want to see the new world?"
As his words landed, more figures materialized around Abhoth, encircling him.
"You… you mean?!"
No further words were needed.
Abhoth understood what had transpired.
The ruined stage, his charred vessel… none of it mattered now.
After confirming with Ghroth, a manic grin spread across Abhoth's face, his heart consumed by boundless ecstasy.
What was he waiting for?
Time for the final frenzy!!
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