Dimensional Descent

The moment Little Nana appeared, it seemed obvious what her goal was. She caught the Adurna family off guard, and piggybacking off Aina’s moment, she reached in and grabbed at the spirit of a shield.

The shield was truly beautiful. It was completely transparent, reflecting various shades of blue as though one was looking at clear ocean waters rather than a treasure. Though… this sort of sight was a treasure in its own right.

“STOP!” The head of the Adurna family brought out the physical shield, and her hair whipped wildly in the air as she tried to fight back.

Little Nana paled as she felt the spirit of the weapon almost slip out of her control. It was clear that the affinity she had for the weapon wasn’t nearly as high as Aina’s. Or, to speak more conservatively, the gap between herself and the head of the Adurna was far smaller than the gap between Aina and the Brazinger head.

Little Nana’s face turned red once more with exertion. She had a look of determination in her eyes, but it was hard for her not to feel despair.

She had come out at the perfect moment, done everything right, but in the end, it felt as though her blood just wasn’t pure enough.

This was what hurt the most. She hated the way the Great Families did things, obsessed with their bloodlines, obsessed with their purity. The number of people that they had hurt because of such things was far greater than just Aina alone. She had to watch her own brother being treated as inferior only because he was born with weaker talent than her own.

She wanted to prove them wrong, she wanted to do what Aina had done and slap their faces by having yet another one of their weapons land in the hands of someone with “weak” blood. But now, it looked as though she would fail, and that frustrated her to the point that tears pooled in her eyes.

She grit her teeth and pulled hard, using everything she had in her body, even her very soul and lifespan, but it just didn’t seem to budge.

…

Aina didn’t seem to have noticed Nana’s appearance at all. She was so infuriated that the world was painted in red.

Her blade split the world in two and appeared before Evergreen so quickly that the Goddess didn’t seem to have time to react.

Evergreen had used a great deal of her God Force to repair her head and escape death, then she had to wrestle control away from Leonel once again.

Leonel’s attack had carried two God Forces, one coming from Blackstar’s Destruction Idol and the other coming from Drake’s Idol. Resolving those two energies to heal herself had taken a great deal of effort.

But as though that wasn’t bad enough, the laws that Leonel controlled were above her own. Her Idol should have been her own personal weapon, but because of the laws she built them on, they were designed to be one with the world and grasp power from the world as well… the true essence of nature.

Because of that, she had to overwhelm Leonel’s Creation and Destruction Sovereignty first before she could take control back, and after the bad state she had already been in, this took a great deal out of her. She had barely used what she had left to kill Leonel.

Although Gods could recover with extraordinary speed thanks to their Idols, Aina’s fury was simply too fast.

Luckily, she had support. Zoltene and Solaraan were still both present and their floating palms were in the region.

Unluckily… a sea of monstrosities came from Aina’s hair. It was like everything and anything she had ever killed came out in droves. They fed on the blood that had already been spilled on the battlefield, especially the God Blood that had come from Evergreen.

The blood of a God contained such overwhelming power that Aina’s body overflowed. Her irises became impossible to see as her eyes were replaced by foggy crimson mists. The strength of a single roar rocked the world and the two Nomad Gods were overwhelmed in a single instant of time.

In that moment of utmost fury, Aina grasped a small bit of clarity… just enough to notice that Evergreen was actually a human. No, a Spiritual… No… there didn’t seem to be a difference between the two.

“Traitor.”

In the madness, this word alone was enough and pierced right into Evergreen’s heart.

Aina’s coercive voice had returned. It clapped like thunder and collapsed the mind and spirit. Evergreen realized too late that she could do nothing at all as the blade appeared before her.

It was right then that the Primordial Terror slowly looked over. It was highly dissatisfied. These subordinates were absolutely worthless drivel.

It snorted just a single time, and all of Aina’s momentum dispersed at once. The river of blood vanished, the skeletons, ghouls, and zombies were blown to ash, and Aina’s Heirloom bent back so far that it almost flew out of her hands.

Aina’s body froze, not out of fear, but because she felt as though she had met an immovable wall. Veins popped up across her forehead and arms as she tried to press past this wall, but no amount of strength seemed to be enough.

She was right there, just one more step forward. But the power of the Primordial Terror was like an unfathomable chasm.

Right then, as though to pour salt into a wound, the call of a majestic bird pierced through the skies, followed by the roars of a tiger and the thunderous cadence of a dragon.

The Fallen God Beasts were no longer fallen.

They appeared across the horizon, their bodies as large as worlds and their wills no less imposing.

It seemed to be the period at the end of a story, a cap on the skies themselves, and the final swan song of Existence.

Their power was too overwhelming.