However, not having the concept of death did not mean being unable to die.
Tiamat was a typical example of not having the concept of death.
—Everything must die.
Even the world itself is like this.
If it were by that first Hassan, or something or someone who could symbolize the existence of death, then they would still be able to grant the concept of death.
"At this point, none of this matters.
Since you are walking on the path of humanity, engraving this resolve. Then I will give you my blessing… Now, let the consequences of drawing your bow against a goddess be engraved upon this planet!"
Ishtar said, raising her warhammer high.
Releasing golden light as if making an announcement, her voice also echoed across the surface of the world.
The shadows in front of her that craved to devour the light of Venus.
Were the targets of her judgment.
"I declare with this body, this name, that you will taste the consequences of making me regard this place as… the second Ebif.
Since the shadows here want to deny my existence—then watch me smash you into dust like Mount Ebif!"
The radiance of the Lady of the Sky continued to expand.
As if declaring to the world that there was only one god in this world, that she was the only god in this heaven and earth.
The light of Venus condensed on the warhammer.
The divine energy waves that spread out impacted the torrent of shadows, suppressing their further growth.
It was an extremely terrifying mass.
Even erasing Snowfield from the surface of the earth would likely be more than enough with this one strike.
Compared to the moonfall that Crimson Moon had previously unleashed.
This move was not to be outdone.
If this move were to fall from the sky to the ground, then only Ishtar's temple would be preserved.
Haruri and Humbaba were both at risk of being affected.
However, whether Ishtar had simply forgotten about them, or believed that without the protection of the temple, they were better off left to their own devices.
She had no intention of stopping at all.
No one could see through the goddess's thoughts—
Currently, Ishtar had already decided to destroy Snowfield. The land that had made her look so disheveled had no need to exist and should be completely purified and eliminated.
"[The Hammer of the Skies Makes Frontiers Kneel (Jabal Hamrin Breaker)]!"
Ishtar shouted the name of the divine punishment.
Using it in a way that resembled a Noble Phantasm.
However, before the light of Venus could descend, the agitated shadows rushed into the ground first.
This scene made Ishtar slightly stunned.
Immediately, a refreshing floral fragrance was captured by her sense of smell, and a scene like the blooming of a flower bud appeared before her eyes.
No, it was a pink flower blooming on the earth.
Absorbing the shadows of the underworld on the surface.
Blooming as vividly as a spider lily, as if confronting the falling light of Venus.
It directly swallowed and blocked this divine light.
"…Wh-What…!?"
Among them, the aura was something that Ishtar could not ignore.
A hint of distortion appeared on her beautiful face.
"So that's how it is… That rotten thing… dares to pull this."
Since descending to the world by relying on a vessel.
She had occasionally sensed the aura of the underworld, and originally thought it was because of the Pale Rider.
It seemed that she had miscalculated.
Since Ishtar, the goddess of Venus, had manifested in the world, then the goddess of the underworld on the other side would naturally not be absent.
She had also manifested in this Holy Grail War.
"Ara, just because you embarrassed yourself, you're thinking of completely destroying this entire land? Do you think that will wash away your dark history? Really, you haven't changed at all, arrogant Ishtar."
"…Guh… I knew there was a problem…! You gloomy goddess who only hides in dark corners!"
Ishtar looked towards the center of the pink petals.
There, was another goddess with golden hair, her face extremely similar to Ishtar's.
But the atmosphere she exuded was completely different.
"No matter what, Ereshkigal! This is my territory! Not the underworld!"
"Oh? That's hard to say…
As long as it is the land where I stand, it is the land of the underworld. This principle has not changed in the slightest, even now!"
Ereshkigal put one hand on her hip and smiled elegantly.
She was waiting for such a wonderful moment to appear, and she didn't know if Moran had seen this scene.
She even touched up her makeup before going into battle.
The most wonderful moment, of course, is to let the most gorgeous goddess appear~!
Although she did not descend in her true form, but borrowed Irisviel as a vessel to possess.
But, there is no big problem.
Homunculi are very suitable objects for possession, and she has also reached an agreement with Irisviel.
Both sides want to offer help to Moran.
Moreover, they also have the same husband.
As women with similar hobbies, how could they not join hands in harmony?
In particular, Irisviel herself was very dissatisfied with Ishtar.
Thinking that the other party is too willful and excessive as a goddess.
The only thing that Ereshkigal was a little concerned about was that Irisviel's figure was really perfect.
It's even more excessive than her real body!
Possessing this graceful and plump body, she felt shoulder pain that she had never experienced before.
Thinking of this, Ereshkigal felt uncomfortable all over.
There is also an inexplicable resentment in my heart.
However, in a situation where she could severely defeat Ishtar, she decided not to think about this annoying thing for the time being.
"Since you insist on fighting with me, then try it! Above this sky! Your authority cannot be effective against me!"
Ishtar cursed resentfully and unwillingly, and then blasted the underworld in front of her with a force enough to crush Mount Ebif.
The sky and the underworld collided.
Light and shadow gushed out, and the shock wave swept across the sky of Snowfield.
Glory and shadows scurried across the sky, and doomsday-like scenes continued to spread above the temple.
"If I had just descended, I probably wouldn't be able to withstand this move… However, those existences similar to me chose to transform themselves into cornerstones in order to fight against you. Faced with such a generous gift, as the mistress of the underworld, how can I lose the face of the underworld?"
Ereshkigal waved her hand with a stern expression.
Immediately, the flowers of the underworld blooming on the ground bloomed with brilliance, and the light was so strong that it did not seem to be something the underworld could possess.
At the same time, it gives people an extremely warm feeling.
There is a sense of security and warmth of returning to the mother's embrace.