"Finally... we finished... I'm so tired, I could die..."
Jesse, Elliot, and Matt were sprawled on the ground in a 'Great' character pose, completely exhausted, their tongues practically hanging out, looking exactly like three dried Hilichurl Salted Fish.
Although Zane barely managed to maintain his stance, arms crossed, his constantly trembling legs and the cold sweat on his brow betrayed him.
Lumine and Paimon immediately and thoughtfully grabbed the large fan and iced Bubble Orange Water they had prepared, then, without hesitation... ran over to the Wolf King, who had just finished his paperwork!
"Mr. Wolf King, you worked hard! Come cool down quickly!"
Paimon enthusiastically fanned him.
"Want some water? Though you probably don't need it..."
Lumine pressed the iced water against the Wolf King's cool armor.
The Wolf King's deep blue electronic eyes flickered slightly. He silently looked at the four creators nearby who seemed to have been completely drained of strength... Theoretically, they were the ones who needed cooling and rehydration the most... Never mind... The Wolf King silently threw the 'Emotional Simulation Module,' which had just burned red and broken due to overload, back into the internal recycling bin. The color of his armor slowly changed from warning red back to silver-white. He felt his logic core was a little fatigued.
"Alright—!"
Just then, Jesse seemed to be suddenly injected with strange energy. He attempted a carp jump (though he didn't manage to jump, practically scrambling up), put his hands on his hips, and pointed dramatically at the sky:
"Break time is over! Brothers and sisters! This is the final chapter! It's time to solve the problem of Focalors... er, I mean, the prophecy!"
"Wolf King!!!"
"Present."
The Wolf King immediately bowed in response, his movements smooth and without complaint—if one ignored the power consumption warning flashing internally.
"You!"
Jesse waved his hand, pointing toward the high heavens.
"Go up to the sky! Go 'have a good chat' with those old... beautiful maidens who have been shut in for who knows how many years! You must 'persuade' them to agree to our plan!"
"Understood."
The Wolf King accepted the order.
Instantly, the sound of precise structural transformation rang out. He once again transformed into his twenty-meter Giant Gundam form. Thrusters on his back sprayed hot particle streams, and a mechanical arm drew a greatsword, longer than a large tree, from his back armor, and then—swoosh!
Like a shooting star flying in reverse, he shot straight toward Celestia.
"Lumine! Paimon!"
Jesse turned to them.
"You two go find Neuvillette and Furina, tell them to prepare the champagne! We'll settle this damn prophecy right away!"
"Got it!"
Lumine and Paimon exchanged a look. Although they felt the arrangement was a bit too reckless, they immediately turned and ran toward the Opera Epiclese.
"As for the rest of us!"
Jesse suddenly drew an exaggerated, door-sized saber from behind his back. Its spine was inlaid with suspicious LED light strips, flashing with colorful light.
"OK!"
Elliot pulled out a huge Grim Reaper Scythe, taller than himself and wreathed in the Hydro element, striking a pose he thought was very cool.
"It was bound to happen eventually."
Zane sighed, but resignedly hoisted his crackling, giant thunder hammer onto his shoulder.
"Let's go."
Matt responded gruffly, taking down a super spiked mace from his back, covered in ferocious spikes and comparable to a battering ram.
the quartet, full of vigor, marched with earth-shaking, arrogant strides toward the sea where the Star-Swallowing Whale might be lurking.
And then—
"Splash!" "Splash!" "Splash!"
Three loud sounds of falling into the water rang out consecutively.
"Shit! I forgot that damn whale stays in the water!"
Jesse thrashed in the water, his colorful saber nearly sinking to the bottom.
"Cough, cough, cough! My hairstyle!"
Elliot's scythe had turned into a heavy anchor, dragging him down.
"Gurgle..."
Matt, having the greatest weight, sank the fastest.
Zane, the only one still standing on the shore, watched his three teammates flailing miserably in the sea. Veins popped on his forehead, the electric arcs of his thunder hammer crackled, and he finally squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth:
"Seriously... are you three insane?!"
I can't carry them, I really can't carry them!
...On the other side, high above the heavens, was Celestia, which ordinary people could not glimpse.
"Bang! Bang bang bang bang! Boom—!!!"
Celestia, which was originally sacred, peaceful, and solemn, was currently undergoing an unprecedented physical shock.
It was like a giant ball being constantly slapped, violently contracting, expanding, swaying left and right, and even spinning rapidly several times without dignity. It only managed to stabilize after a long while, and the surface cloud layers had thinned considerably.
In the center of the island, the Wolf King elegantly shook off non-existent dust from his greatsword, his cold electronic eyes scanning the several Sovereigns of various forms before him.
The Sovereign of Death, Nonawa, covered her clearly swollen and red butt (heaven knows how the mecha managed to hit that spot so precisely), tears welling in her eyes, looking aggrieved and unwilling, but still bit her lip and nodded, showing submission.
Rhinedottir, the alchemist who had merged with the Sovereign of Life, Nabe, was currently stuck headfirst in the soft Divine Soil like an inverted scallion, only her two legs kicking weakly outside, having temporarily lost the ability to think.
Meanwhile, the Sovereign of Time, Istaroth, was curled up in a corner, hugging his knees, his body slightly trembling, and seemingly muttering softly, "Time... Time is not meant to be used like this... It's too rough..."
The Wolf King broke the awkward silence with his unfluctuating mechanical voice:
"Have you calmed down now."
"Next..."
He took a step forward, his massive shadow enveloping the three Sovereigns (one of whom was an inverted scallion).
"I need you to do something."