"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
Pain, swelling…
The intrusion of an unknown consciousness drove Tiamat into madness from the agony in her soul's depths. She clutched her head with her pristine white hands, letting out pained cries. The once-melodious Song of Creation became discordant, a cacophony of piercing notes that battered the surrounding seas. Many Lahmu hidden beneath the pitch-black ocean exploded, torn apart by the sudden sonic waves.
True Ether particles in the air began to coalesce, and a strange, immense power gathered around Tiamat's head, within the body of the Goddess of Beginning.
Struck by this bizarre wound to her soul, this Beast II, one of the seven Evils of Humanitys, bearing the principle of "Regression", attempted to crush the intruder's soul using the vastness of her own, that of a Goddess of Beginning capable of bearing an entire pantheon's origin.
Buzz!!
The clash of souls and consciousness came swiftly, but Tiamat quickly realized something was wrong.
Her plan was to annihilate the intruder with the sheer magnitude of her soul, but after a brief attempt, she realized…
It wasn't working…
It simply wasn't working.
The soul of a Goddess of Beginning, vast enough to contain the origin of a pantheon, was ineffective against this intruder?!
No, it wasn't ineffective, it had no effect at all.
Her immense soul pressed against the intruder, colliding with it.
But it couldn't destroy him, couldn't even expel him, couldn't shake him in the slightest.
There was only one possible explanation.
The intruder's soul and existence were on par with, or even surpassed, hers.
How could the soul of a Goddess of Beginning fail to overpower this intruder? How could the consciousness and scale of the Mother of Genesis fail to crush the will of a mere mortal? What was going on?
He was clearly just a human, one of her betraying children, yet… yet…
How had he grown to such heights?!
How could he rival a Goddess of Beginning like her?!!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
The prolonged standoff made Tiamat realize that crushing this intruder's consciousness with soul and status alone was impossible.
The more she resisted, the worse her situation became.
Her soul was being steadily weakened. Each attempt to attack the intruder's will backfired, injuring her instead.
Just a human… how could he achieve this? His small body, cloaked in white light, hid a truly terrifying essence.
Dark, chaotic, disordered…
What was this scale he transcended?
…What was this essence?!
No, this being was no human, not one of her children…
She had never created such a thing.
This was a monster descended from an outsite the record… a Foreigner!!!
After a fierce soul-level confrontation, Tiamat was defeated.
Clutching her head and roaring in pain, she withdrew her consciousness from the stalemate with Roy, preventing further harm from the essence hidden in his light. This allowed Roy's soul to fully infiltrate, plunging into the endless vortex within her.
"Hm?"
The sudden halt in their soul clash caught Roy off guard, but his pupils constricted in the next moment.
As he delved into Tiamat's consciousness, an overwhelming tide of malice surged toward him.
Hatred, madness, obsession, and questions about life itself flooded his mind the moment their spirits connected. From the Song of Creation's beginning, birthed in the endless World of Imaginary Numbers, to its eruption in boundless death.
What was this?
The immense volume of resentment and will made Roy's mind throb with pain.
Such vast malice would consume any Earth-born life instantly, driving them to madness. But unfortunately for Tiamat, Roy wasn't a lifeform born on this planet.
Her Song of Creation had no authority to define him.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"
But Tiamat didn't cease her resistance. She merely stopped engaging Roy on the soul level.
While Roy was entangled in her boundless malice, Tiamat slowly raised her slender, white hand, aiming her palm at his face. True Ether particles gathered, tinged with a dark crimson glow,
Boom!!!
A deafening roar echoed as Roy's body was blasted away by Tiamat's point-blank, full-power magic cannon.
In an instant, burns and the baptism of terrifying magical energy contorted Roy's face. Like a skipped stone, his body bounced across the sea's surface, only stopping when Tezcatlipoca caught him.
Roy's body was scorched crimson by the zero-range blast, his flesh charred beyond recognition.
Yet despite his battered state, the excitement on his face was unmistakable.
"It worked!!"
He offered no further explanation, only nodding to Tezcatlipoca with an irrepressible grin.
Though he'd taken a brutal hit, their plan had succeeded. In the moment Tiamat withdrew her soul's resistance, Roy had planted a seed of his soul within Beast II's vortex.
While directly transforming a Goddess of Beginning with the Third Magic was impossible, he had left a marker and flaw in her soul.
This result exceeded expectations, and he could now sense the faint voice buried in Tiamat's consciousness more clearly.
It was Tiamat's last shred of rationality, the faint consciousness of the Goddess of Beginning. He could feel her presence more distinctly, and she was calling to him with a feeble voice, seeking his help.
"Aaaaaaaaa!!!"
Though she had blasted Roy away, her soul was tainted by him, enraging the Goddess of Beginning.
She tried to mend the seed and rift Roy left using her soul's power and the Sea of Life, but repeated attempts proved futile.
The rift and seed were permanent damage, irreparable flaws.
And because of this rift, the other voice in her mind, her other self, grew clearer, its will attempting to influence her.
Her soul's synchronization with her Beast II body was decreasing, and her power was inevitably weakening.
Furious, she glared at the culprit below, enraged by her own imperfection.
But facing the Goddess of Beginning's towering wrath, Roy only smiled calmly. He placed his hand on his neck, using soul manipulation to heal his wounds. In moments, he was fully restored, staring back at Tiamat with battle-ready eyes.
He had a hunch: one rift and seed might not be enough to fully connect with the Goddess of Beginning.
But what if he did it multiple times? If he tore open Beast II's soul completely and dyed it with his own essence, could he quell her boundless madness and free the voice within?
Well, talk was cheap, action was the only way to test truth.
With a plan in mind, Roy raised his hand again, fully activating the Third Magic. White light, the hallmark of soul magic, flashed brilliantly.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
Though furious, Tiamat refused to continue tangling with Roy, this unkillable monster who could taint and fracture her. Her vengeance targeted humanity and the Sumerian gods, not this alien creature. The pain of her soul being torn apart ensured she wouldn't try it again.
So, as Roy brimmed with fighting spirit and strategized, Tiamat slowly raised her head.
Huh?
Her massive horns extended upward. True Ether gathered, but no sense of danger followed. This wasn't an attack. She was concentrating the black mud and heavy magical elements into her horns, like wings to support flight. In other words,
She was going to fly?!!
Quetzalcoatl was right, gods could fly, even an Earth Mother of Genesis like Tiamat.
Her wings, never unfurled until now, spread wide, vast enough to blot out the sky.
Was she… trying to escape?
A Goddess of Beginning, fleeing from a human and two Servants?
The sight left Tezcatlipoca dumbfounded.
Tiamat, where's your pride as a Goddess of Beginning?
"Aaaaa!!"
The melodious Song of Creation rang out again. Tiamat raised her slender neck, her head's wings extending, ready to take flight and shake off Roy and Tezcatlipoca, heading straight for Uruk.
"Hey! Hold off on the singing, it's the second half of the match now!"
At that moment, a vibrant voice echoed from the sky.
"Behold my glorious entrance!!"
An unexpected turn. Quetzalcoatl, as if she'd anticipated this, had been perched on Tiamat's body. Riding a pterosaur that had just returned to her, she soared above Tiamat and declared her battle cry with brimming confidence.
She leapt, diving from the sky and landing a heavy kick on Tiamat's head. "Boom!!" A deafening explosion followed, the force making even the Goddess of Beginning lower her head.
"Well, well, it worked! Guess you're not that invincible~"
"But it looks like this didn't one-shot you. We're not done yet~"
Perched on Tiamat's head, Quetzalcoatl turned with a smile and shouted to Roy on the sea's surface, "Master! Round two for me starts now~"
"Got it!"
No words were needed, they knew exactly what to do.
Roy activated the Third Magic, three fresh Command Spells glowing on his hand. He raised his palm and issued a commanding order to Quetzalcoatl.
"By the name of the Command Spell, I order Quetzalcoatl to unleash her Noble Phantasm! Break this creature's wings!"
"With the second Command Spell, I order Quetzalcoatl to bring me victory!!"
"And the final Command Spell… come back alive, Quetzalcoatl."
"Wow, such straightforward orders, Master~"
"I'd love to keep fighting by your side, but it can't be helped."
Feeling the surging magical energy within her and reaching the peak of her Saint Graph, Quetzalcoatl spoke with a hint of regret, masking her reluctance with a wry smile.
"After unleashing this, I'll need to rest for a bit, so see you at the final battle, Master~"
For a proud wrestler, leaving mid-match was shameful. But facing this Goddess of Beginning, and hearing Roy's words, "Thank you, Quetzalcoatl. You're the most worthy goddess. Contracting with you is my fortune", making an exception didn't seem so bad.
As a Servant, she should protect her Master, yet she always worried him, sending him to the battlefield. What kind of Servant was she?!
Though reluctant, Quetzalcoatl had no regrets, no hesitation, no retreat. She burned all her divinity, turning it into fuel, transforming it into flames, and releasing it in one explosive burst.
She chanted softly,
"Great Sun Stone, grant me your radiance."
In the next moment, the sacred relic on Ur's solar altar, the symbol of the Aztec people's cosmology and worldview, an offering to fire and gods, shone brilliantly.
Quetzalcoatl's body erupted in blazing solar flames, and then,
"Look to the skies, Mother of Genesis! As a god of distant Xibalba, a mere Mesopotamian deity is nothing! Witness the power of South America's underworld, the force of the great clash that extinguished countless lives!"
In an instant, her potent divinity transformed into the purest flames, engulfing Quetzalcoatl's entire body.
Crimson fire, like the sun itself, blazed fiercely, just as myths described, a flame that burned the Golden Palace, one even Tezcatlipoca feared, now reborn on this foreign land.
"She's really going all out…"
This was the fire of the sun, the fire of risk, the fire that could burn gods, the fire that could kill all… the fire that even he feared.
Tezcatlipoca, dropping his usual irreverence, watched solemnly as this sun plummeted from the sky.
He turned to Roy. "Master, should we retreat? Getting hit by her attack is no joke."
"No, I'm staying to witness the fireworks Quetzalcoatl ignited with her life. I want to see her… fell a god!!"
"Is that so? Then I'll stay and see how far this brute-force idiot can go."
"My body becomes blazing magma!"
So scalding. As a sun goddess, she never thought her own flames would feel hot. She'd grown too close to humans, becoming fragile without realizing it.
But…
"Become a comet to shatter the earth!"
Why did she love humans so much? These fascinating children with their golden spirits, they inspired her endlessly just by existing.
She wanted to see them grow, protect them as they did, and fight for them just this once…
"Here I go, Tiamat!"
So, humans, my Master, as a foolish goddess who loves you dearly, let me become a flame to light your path forward~
Hoping one day you'll grow to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with your gods.
"ULTIMO TOPE PATADA!!"
The scorching inferno consumed Quetzalcoatl's divinity, yet despite the pain, her face bore a serene smile. It was a total sacrifice, yet to her, it felt infinitely beautiful.
"Sorry…"
Under the tranquil gazes of Roy and Tezcatlipoca, Quetzalcoatl transformed her life and divinity into a blazing bird soaring into the sky. Ascending above Tiamat, she spun her body and delivered a crushing kick to Tiamat's great horn.
Boom!!!!
A deafening roar echoed, and the pitch-black sea level dropped sharply. Lahmu hidden in the distant ocean were incinerated instantly by the flames' reach.
All that met the eye was red, the skin felt searing heat, and the ears heard… the silence of extinction.
With this strike, a Primordial Goddess was felled!!
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