How do you kill someone destined to survive?
Well, few could answer that kind of question in the World of the Six Faces.
Few even truly knew the concept of Fate, much less used it casually.
A powerful Fate could grant luck and convenience where people with an ordinary fate would die horribly.
For example, if an earthquake were about to devastate a city, a person with a strong Fate would conveniently need to take a trip far away before it happened.
The same applied to any other natural disasters, assassinations, political complications, and even encounters with bandits and monsters.
This was not something people could control.
It was simply how things were.
But there was, in fact, a way to kill someone with a powerful Fate, even when it was not yet their time to die.
Simple and direct.
You would need someone with an equal Fate, or an even stronger one.
Rudeus Greyrat had a fate almost without equal in the entire world, strong and solid as a mountain.
The question that remained was, how strong was the Fate of the so-called Knight of Humanity?
Aisha, whose vision had momentarily gone black during the shock wave, finally came back to herself.
For an instant, all she felt was pain.
And then came the distant sound of the battle still in progress.
As soon as she realized her own condition, she began regenerating at full speed.
She had several broken bones, cuts, and her body was burned and charred.
Pain assaulted her mercilessly, all at once. A large portion of her Armor was destroyed and melted. But it rebuilt itself on its own, so Aisha was not worried about that.
Her sword was still in her hand.
That was enough.
She stood up, smoke rising from her body, and looked at the scene around her.
A few hundred meters away, Jino was exchanging blows with Milis.
Aisha had no idea how that was happening, because she was certain Jino had not been capable of that moments earlier.
Even with that attack that had erased Atoferatofe and Rudeus, even with that golden light still present across the battlefield, Jino did not seem slower than Milis.
He appeared and disappeared in short trails, his sword meeting Ascalon in collisions that sent waves of white sand leaping into the air.
Beside them, barely managing to keep up with the battle while assisting Jino, was Kalman III.
Alek's black blade appeared from Milis's worst angles. He did not seem to be attacking to win, but to force the smallest possible interruptions. Even so, it was clear that he was already at his limit just trying to keep up with the two of them.
Aisha calculated quickly.
At least ten seconds had passed.
Then she looked to the side, intending to heal Rudeus Greyrat and, immediately afterward, search for Sándor so they could return to the battle.
But only a few meters away, she saw the Magic Armor.
Or at least, what remained of it.
The only thing left of the once-powerful Armor was a piece of the machine gun attached to its right hand.
Rudeus Greyrat, just like Atofe, had been reduced to nothing.
Aisha stood still for an instant.
She vaguely remembered the sequence of events.
She was a Water Emperor, so she had clearly seen what happened, even though she had not been fast enough to react.
At the last instant, when Milis realized he would not kill either of them with his attack because of Rudeus's interference, he redirected the blow to eliminate at least one of them.
Rudeus had probably seen the future with his Foresight Eye.
Aisha's death.
But how could a simple Demon Eye keep up with all the changes a warrior like Milis could bring about?
The instant Milis became aware of his position, he changed the attack to strike both of them at the same time.
Rudeus probably knew that, but interfered anyway.
Possibly to take a calculated risk.
Or because he knew that losing Aisha would practically mean handing over the fight.
Or because she was his sister.
Perhaps it was nothing that complicated.
Perhaps he had simply tried to save her because they were fighting as allies in that moment.
Either way, Aisha wondered why Orsted had not interfered, even when his right hand, the Magic God, had been killed.
Where was he now?
But she had no time to reflect on it for long.
Aisha looked toward the sky, using her Clairvoyant Eye to its fullest.
Thunder crossed the horizon only a few kilometers away.
She saw trails of black light, red lightning, and violent flames cutting through the clouds.
Rygar was coming.
And together with him, the Technique God and the Fighting God were probably coming as well.
Aisha celebrated inwardly.
Then she looked once more at Rudeus Greyrat's remains.
As long as there was a piece of the corpse more or less intact, she could revive him somehow.
Either with the Resurrection Stones, or with her own God-level Healing Magic.
But even after searching in detail, even inside the fissure carved by the attack, there were no intact remnants.
Nothing that could still be called a body.
Only on the arm where the machine gun had been attached were half of two fingers, the index and middle fingers.
Aisha frowned.
That would not be remotely enough to revive him.
Just as had happened with Atoferatofe, the white and golden flames had reduced him to ashes.
Even so, she picked up the fingers and stored them away.
In the end, her brother had saved her life.
Even if she could not revive him, she would at least bring his remains back to his family.
Then, a little farther away, Aisha saw Sándor.
More than half of his body was missing.
What remained was only a burned and charred mass. The same could be said of his torso. His armor had fused with his flesh, and part of his body seemed to have been torn away and burned at the same time.
At first glance, he looked dead.
But Aisha quickly teleported to the fallen North God's side and spoke rapidly:
"Vital Restoration!"
Sándor von Grandeur was different from Rudeus.
He was a warrior, and on top of that, a half-blood Immortal Demon.
Aisha did not know how he had avoided complete annihilation, but there was still a breath of life in him.
And Emperor-level Healing Magic could heal any wound. No matter how disastrous, no matter how irreversible.
As long as the target was not dead and still had a body to be healed.
Sándor's body began to reconstruct itself grotesquely before her.
Broken bones stretched out again, new flesh covered burned sections. His destroyed face began to regain its shape, first as a red and wet mass, then as skin, muscles, and recognizable contours.
The natural regeneration of his immortal blood seemed to respond to Aisha's magic, accelerating the process.
At that moment, a light cut near them, and the surrounding terrain was destroyed once again.
She grabbed his still-reconstructing body by the neck and pulled him away, preventing both of them from being swallowed by the collapse of the surrounding ground.
After a few seconds, she finally finished healing him.
Sándor opened his eyes wide.
Then he coughed violently, expelling soot and coagulated blood.
Everything came out at once as he tried to draw in air like someone who had just returned from the bottom of an abyss.
Despite being a renowned warrior for hundreds of years, it seemed even Sándor had been shaken by the experience of seeing the gates of death from so close.
But Aisha had no time for sentimentality.
She looked at her communicator.
Then she picked up her sword.
"When you come back to yourself, look for any remains of Atofe and retreat!"
Saying that, she leapt toward the battle without waiting for an answer. Her body was already completely recovered by that point.
In truth, Aisha felt faster than ever, stronger than ever.
Using her Clairvoyant Eye to scan the battlefield, she quickly made a decision.
With Undertow, she began manifesting her mana on a scale she had never attempted before.
Probably only she understood exactly how that battlefield was about to change.
Thus, Aisha began leaving magic circles prepared across the terrain while gathering enough mana to assist Jino and Alek in their battle.
Her mana flowed across the battlefield, connecting distant points, waiting only for the right moment to be activated.
At one point, Aisha could not help but laugh at the absurdity of what she was witnessing.
What kind of fight would result from the meeting of these two battlefields?
She could not even fully imagine it.
But her mind was processing everything in dimensions beyond those of the people fighting.
Gradually, she shaped the board inside her mind.
Rygar's arrival.
The pursuit of Laplace and Badigadi.
The existence of Saint Milis.
The state of Jino and Alek.
Aisha considered every variable.
Calculated the best possible move.
And began preparing her deadly play.
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While the Begaritt Continent served as the stage for a conflict worthy of gods, seated in a great tree in the Great Forest was a small elven girl with green hair and golden eyes.
Aurora watched the horizon.
Lying in her lap was her little sister, Iris, sleeping peacefully despite all the chaos currently spreading across the world.
Even from the Gaia Continent, the distance could be clearly seen.
On the horizon, the sky was illuminated by golden lights, bursts of fire, and lightning every few minutes.
It looked as though the apocalypse was happening in that place.
Aurora swung her legs while sitting on the branch, watching everything with curiosity.
"Hmph! And Daddy said he wasn't going to destroy the world! Imagine if he had?"
Her Demon Eyes shone as she tried to see something beyond what she was seeing.
The exact power of Aurora's eyes was still a mystery.
The only certain thing about it was that it was some kind of special perceptive power, one not bound to the common rules of Magic.
Suddenly, while looking at the sky, her eyes lost their color.
The sclera, pupil, and iris, everything turned completely white.
But no one noticed.
Leo was down below with the other children.
Ornstorn was currently training Perseus and the others.
No one was there to observe.
But before Aurora, an image appeared clearly.
A girl.
More or less the same age as her and Iris.
But with blue hair.
The girl had dead-fish eyes that, for a moment, reminded Aurora of her sister Diana.
But it was a little different.
The most surprising thing, however, was that the girl, who had merely been reading a book while sitting in a room of an ordinary house, suddenly raised her gaze.
And looked directly at Aurora, with curiosity.
Aurora became completely confused.
Even so, she spoke:
"Ah... Huh... Can you see me?"
The blue-haired girl also seemed surprised to realize she was not hallucinating.
But only a little.
"I can, actually. But who are you?"
Aurora suddenly became excited. This was a new use of her powers! Something she had discovered on her own!
Her face lit up.
"I—"
But then, suddenly, with the same familiar sound as her teleportation, she vanished.
In the next instant, Aurora, with Iris still sleeping in her lap, found herself inside that strange house.
Physically.
Where before there had only been a projection, now she was truly there.
Sitting on the floor of a room she had never seen before.
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
The two awake girls spoke at the same time.
Lara, who saw a green-haired elf and a red-haired beastfolk girl suddenly appear in her room.
And Aurora, who had accidentally teleported herself to who knew where, with no control whatsoever over her own powers.
Iris began to wake up at that moment.
Perhaps because she sensed that she was now lying on the floor, and not in a tree.
She murmured:
"Hm... Is it snack time already, sister?"
Then she opened her eyes more clearly, and also saw the room.
And remained confused.
At that moment, the bedroom door opened.
A young woman who looked very much like Lara entered. Aurora more or less recognized that appearance, as she had seen members of the Migurd Tribe before.
"Lara, tell your siblings I'm going to the marke—"
The sentence stopped midway.
Roxy Greyrat saw, inside her house, two unknown children staring at her daughter without anyone understanding anything.
For a moment, everyone fell silent.
The powers of a blessed child could be seen as a blessing.
Or as a curse.
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