The vast Calot lay in utter silence.
"This is bad—the magical energy levels are imasurable!" Da Vinci hurriedly glanced at her instrunts, her face paling dramatically. "Rough estimates suggest it far surpasses the Great Calamity of Norwich! This attack's power rivals the magical cannons of the Machine Gods!"
A single blast would erase the entirety of Calot from existence—not rely reducing it to ruins, but literally vanishing without a trace. Buildings, rivers, flora, faeries, even the very earth itself would be instantaneously turned to ash.
Everyone's expressions shifted. No one could withstand such an attack. Not a single soul in all of Calot possessed the capability to resist that strike.
The faeries had already succumbed to despair. Whether loyalists or rebels, all had abandoned thoughts of resistance, their eyes steeped in hopelessness. Victory was impossible.
The Queen was too formidable. This was the might of the ruler who had dominated the Faerie Kingdom for two millennia—so overwhelming that defiance seed unthinkable.
"Everyone, look over there!" Mash suddenly pointed toward the sky.
"O Cloud of Orkney."
Morgan stood at the very center of the magic circle, the myriad states of mortal beings now reflected in her gaze. Yet she paid no heed to the fear and despair of faeries and humans alike, instead fixing her eyes upon the direction of the royal palace.
By now, the grand palace had long been reduced to rubble. The council hall's ceiling had been torn away by the clash of magical forces. Yet, from within, a figure rose unsteadily.
Ten jet-black wings unfurled behind him. As if completely immune to gravity, he slowly ascended into midair.
"I cannot abandon this Britain," Morgan murmured, her head bowed.
She had devoted her entire life to this Faerie Kingdom, expending endless sweat and blood to finally claim this Britain. Only a few final issues remained—once resolved, her Britain would expand across the entire realm of Pan-Human History, thus realizing her utopia.
At this juncture, surrender was absolutely inconceivable.
"After all, she is Cernunnos," Eiji nodded silently.
The two gazed at each other across the distance, their hearts understanding one another's thoughts as if connected.
Morgan—Cernunnos—was an exceedingly stubborn individual. For her ideals, she would dedicate her entire life, enduring countless setbacks without regret, crashing against wall after wall without turning back. Persuading such a Morgan to abandon the Faerie Kingdom with re words was nothing short of delusional.
If Morgan could be swayed so easily, it would be an outright insult to her character.
There was only one way to make her yield: defeat her. Subdue her through sheer power. This was the sole thod to alter Morgan's destiny.
"O murky lake, descend! Reduce all within my sight to ashes!"
An eerie green light slowly descended from the heavens. The inverted staff hung downward like an unfurled royal path leading to the palace below. Magical energy converged into a single point, the erald glow tinting both sky and earth with hues of annihilation. The entire world seed to sink into an alien realm, becoming surreal and unreal.
That was the recreation of Morgan's way of life from Pan-Human History through magecraft—a Noble Phantasm reproduced by Tonelico while still living.
Its na was—
"——Roadless Calot (The Unreachable Utopia)!"
The erald light manifested with a distorted hue, the beam descending from the heavens as if it could incinerate everything in sight with the flas of envy!
Facing Morgan's decisive, singular strike.
Eiji drew the Holy Sword.
The very Holy Sword that had been cleansed with Grimm's help to persuade Morgan back then.
At that ti, he had failed to change Morgan's mind.
But now was different!
"Excalibur (Sword of Promised Victory)——!"
Golden light, like the breath of a star, transford into a roaring torrent surging upward!
The radiance shot from below, clashing with the distorted green light in the blink of an eye!
In that instant, the residual shockwaves of the magical collision caused the royal city below to crumble entirely. A massive storm, akin to a Category 16 typhoon, tore Calot asunder!
Even the aftermath was this astonishing—it was unimaginable how cataclysmic the true collision high in the sky must have been!
"What's happening?"
Chaldea, the Queen of the North, and all others watched the battle high above with bated breath.
High in the sky.
The two lights reached a brief stalemate.
The magical output from the Throne and the True Ancestor nearly pushed both Noble Phantasms to their absolute limits, making it difficult to determine a victor for the mont.
"The Star's Holy Sword, though rely a Noble Phantasm, could overwhelm even if it unleashed its full power."
Morgan exerted all her effort to control the Throne's magic.
"Unfortunately, that blade bears too many seals. In this state, it cannot possibly defeat !"
If its seals could be released—
Even just half of them would be enough to reduce her to ashes.
"Because I never thought the Holy Sword alone could defeat you in the first place."
But just then, a familiar voice sounded beside her.
"?"
She turned her head in surprise to find Eiji standing behind her, having appeared unnoticed.
"Controlling the Throne's magic—which isn't your own—consus all your focus, doesn't it?"
Eiji extended his hand.
This ti, what appeared in his grasp was the blackened, inverted Holy Sword.
In contrast, the True Ancestor's magic was his own to command with ease. Even splitting his consciousness to create a dream avatar while multitasking was simplicity itself.
Morgan remained silent.
For Eiji's words were indeed the truth.
"Tonelico, I swear to you!"
Eiji raised the inverted Holy Sword, dark Aurora coalescing along its blade.
"I will deliver to you a Britain not plagued by decay, but thriving with vitality! I will ensure you attain true happiness!"
"——So, release this nation that holds no worth protecting!"
The dark Aurora descended like the Hamr of the Tyrant!
Morgan contemplated a desperate gambit to resist further.
Yet upon hearing those words, her movents abruptly stilled.
A Britain not plagued by decay, but thriving with vitality?
"True... happiness?"
The black light plumted from the heavens.
Together with the golden radiance, it pierced through sky and earth, eroding the envious erald glow into nothingness!
"Boom!"
The earth suddenly convulsed with a violent tremor.
The collision of light against light reduced Calot, already on the brink of collapse, to complete ruins.
After everything had ended.
Eiji appeared before Fujimaru Ritsuka, Artoria, and the others, his expression devoid of joy or sorrow.
"Morgan is dead."
The outco he announced thoroughly shocked everyone.
"From now on, the Queen of the Winter will cease to exist. You have won this war."
What you choose to do next is entirely your freedom.
After leaving these words, Eiji's figure gradually faded away.
Only the speechless group remained, witnessing this final scene.
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