However, looking at the bustling and noisy city lights, immersed in worldly joys, he finally just sighed softly.
Forget it, let's not. Because if he were to truly meet Athena at this moment, it would mean that he would engage in the final battle with Athena here.
Seiya relaxed his mind. Anyway, he wouldn't go home today; he'd just play all night. Tokyo is very fun now, so even playing until dawn wouldn't be a problem.
The comfortable night breeze slowly blew.
Originally, in a giant siphon city like Tokyo, one would never see the shining night sky constellations, polluted by urban light. Also, a silver crescent moon shone in mid-air.
He didn't know when, but the muscles in his back became increasingly tense, and his body and limbs filled with power. Ever since he defeated Verethragna this spring, he had experienced this feeling several times: the change that occurs within a Campione as they approach a hostile God.
This change is something only a Campione of the "Wolf God" (like Voban) would feel.
The moment the anomaly settled, Seiya's breath hitched imperceptibly.
That cool voice, carrying the long-lost scent of jasmine, wafted from behind him without warning.
Seiya turned around, and the world instantly quieted. Seiya looked at the Goddess before him, dressed in white robes perfectly suited to the atmosphere, but his face wore a hint of helplessness. Yet the Goddess before him, as usual, gazed at the brightly lit city.
"Christmas is an important Christian festival commemorating the birth of the Holy Son – Jesus. The Ancient Roman Empire once also designated this day as the birthday of the Sun God. That's why later generations believed that choosing this day to celebrate Christmas was because Christians considered Jesus to be justice and the eternal sun." The Goddess spoke softly, "Speaking of which, Pandora's first ritual for your reincarnation was called the Dark Christmas Festival."
"Pandora probably meant to regard Godslayers as saviors like Jesus," Seiya said.
The Goddess suddenly looked at Seiya before her, an elusive smile appearing on her transparent-looking face, "Then do you know that a Holy Son is also born today? His birth will be the true future God-King of this universe!"
A strong sense of crisis enveloped Seiya's entire body, and just as he was about to summon his Cloth, the Goddess vanished from his sight.
Seiya looked at the world, which had regained its liveliness. Erica was still picking out fridge magnets with Seishuuin Ena; everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion superimposed on reality.
But the scent of jasmine still lingered.
"Seiya, do you think Kumamon is cuter, or would you choose a panda?" Erica waved her hand in front of Seiya. "What's wrong? Seiya? Seiya?"
A few moments later, even Erica and Seishuuin Ena could sense a mighty aura rising from afar.
However, it was a sanctity too immense for an aura, almost as if the gates of hell devouring the world had opened, or another universe had descended upon this world.
Despite this, they could still discern that the aura came from the West—even more distant West than the Western Continent (west of Fusou). Even Erica, who possessed only extremely shallow witch abilities, could sense it. What powerful entity could release such an aura?!
However, when they looked again, they found that Seiya had vanished.
London, Britain, had lost its light.
In an instant, as the people of this country were still immersed in the joy of Christmas, all light vanished. Light that was stripped away, light that was swallowed, light that could no longer shine, so much so that the very concept of light disappeared from this area.
Not only London, but this domain devouring light was rapidly expanding, and after engulfing most of Britain, it showed no signs of stopping, continuinug to expand outwards.
Within this domain of Ancient Night, however, a flickering holy light still pierced through the darkness.
"Wherever this body passes, the lightning trace is the mark of divine punishment! This is—the Godslayer's Thunder Godspeed!" Someone chanted a Word of Power high above.
The Fourth Godslayer, the noble Godspeed prince, Alexander Gascoigne, moved through this darkness in the form of lightning. At this moment, he struggled to resist this darkness with the Archangel Remiel's Electric Light and Flint, which controls lightning and illusions.
He was not without other Authorities, but they were all useless now.
The Authorities each Godslayer obtains after successfully slaying a God are closely related to their own nature, and most of Alexander's Authorities are the type that require prior preparation. There's a saying in the magical world: you can fight an impromptu battle with Alexander, but you must never schedule a battle with Alexander.
Because once he is prepared, he can easily defeat opponents far stronger than himself.
But now, facing the sudden descent of the Ancient Night, he was helpless. Most of his Authorities, other than Electric Light and Flint, had become mere decorations, and the Three Furies, forcibly summoned by sacrificing his pain and flesh, were easily swallowed by this Ancient Night.
"This is a Heretic God that completely counters me!" Alexander quickly realized this.
"But can I retreat?!" Alexander looked at the lightless London, gritting his teeth. After all, he was the Magic King of this land!
He once again transformed into lightning and rushed towards the figure high in the sky.
It didn't matter if he only had one usable Authority; in the beginning, he fought a Heretic God as a mere mortal!
"In one ten-thousandth of an instant's gap, lightning, descend!"
The lightning manifestation instantly expanded to its limit under the effect of the Word of Power, thousands of lightning serpents roaringly opened their fangs and claws upwards. At this moment, the scene of a multitude of snakes coiling was frozen in the form of lightning against the sky.
Princess Alice, the Witch of the Highest Rank, painfully closed her eyes, for her spirit vision had seen the future in advance.
Above the night sky, the Goddess's cold laugh was heard.
A scythe, fused with the night, severed the lightning, and at the same time, it severed Alexander's lightning manifestation; thousands of tiny lightning butterflies darted chaotically across the night sky, but they quickly extinguished these lights, leaving only the most minute flicker of lightning just before it was swallowed.
From behind him, a purer light opened the door of Ancient Night, taking his figure into its hand.
"Little Seven? It's you, of all people!" Alexander, having regained his human form, looked incredulously at the figure standing beside him.
He had thought that with such a terrifying anomaly, perhaps other Godslayer comrades might break unspoken rules and come to his territory. He had considered Marquis Voban, the Old Wolf King, King of Swords Doni, or even Madam Aisha who might intrude at any time, but he never expected that the one who appeared before him and saved his life would be this Saint.
"Step back, this no longer concerns you."
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