Kamiya was outside the city.
As to why that is, well, he unconsciously walked out the gates after he began thinking, and now he was sitting atop a rock with the staff on his lap."Who was that old man?"
He muttered under his breath as he looked in the direction of the "Sun," which was by the west.
The "Sun" was big, and despite the actual sun above me, it still outshone it. "Is that the Land of the Gods"
As he was thinking of that, the wind blew back his hair a bit, and the black strands somewhat moved towards the side of his cheeks.
/Is that where I'm supposed to go?/
The thought was one he made out of a whim; in fact, he doesn't even know what to do anymore. He got isekaid, that's fine, and all, but that's the point of it if there is no goal?
Kamiya sighed and rubbed his head with his arms, and began thinking of the smartest way to get through this entire mess.
/Does this staff have any powers/
He asked another question to himself, and there was clearly nobody to answer him. He turned his head down towards his lap and stared at the staff. He traced his finger on it before he took it and pointed it at the inverted golden city. "Are you really just a stick?"
As he said that, he felt something deep within his chest, a violent energy so vast that it felt like it would burst out from his chest. Unconsciously, he covered his mouth with his other hand; his cheeks began swelling as if they were being filled with water.
His eyes opened wide, and she immediately removed his hand from his mouth, and in a foreign language, he spoke. "Burst and become Cinder."
Before him, the trees stopped swaying to the wind, and then, like wood within a fireplace, they all burst into flames.
The staff cracked, then shattered, it burst into flames and turned to ash.
Kamiya blinked in disbelief. "Uhm, so I did that?"
He could still feel the violent energy fixated within his chest, but it was much calmer now. It was as if it had gotten rid of a huge cough.
In fact, Kamiya had a new foreign language in his head, and he could understand everything. Basically, what he did was cast magic
Ka ya immediately t excited and pumped up his hand, ignoring the group of burning trees in front of him. "I can cast mag. Is that my cheat power or ability?"
The staff got destroyed, but Kamiya did not think about that now. Across, across, there would be a backcoughing down a few trees and inadvertently starting a fire.
As he was celebrating his newfound discovery, thcoughingwere blazing wildly immediately extinguished.
The wind began moving abnormally to the south.
The flames vanished as if sucked into the ground, leaving behind a thick scent of ash. The wind, once gentle, now howled from the south — unnatural, heavy, carrying a rhythm almost like breathing.
Kamiya froze. His elation vanished, replaced by a creeping chill crawling down his spine.
"…Okay… that's not normal." He stood, clutching the broken staff's remnants. They crumbled further into dust between his fingers.
The air vibrated. The grass bent toward the south as if bowing to something unseen. From beyond the distant hills, a pressure began to spread — subtle, at first, then suffocating. Kamiya felt his chest tighten, his heartbeat stuttering against an invisible weight.
<"She" had fallen, and with her, all phenomena were born once more.>
Though these words could not be perceived by Kamiya, he could feel the violent will that began manifesting from all his directions.
The violent energy in his chest began manifesting once more as if it wanted to attack.
Kamiya stood in place, unable to react.
<"She" descends in her true form, maddened and roaming like a wild beast, fallen and unintelligent>.
Kamiya began to feel the pressure pressing down not only on his psyche but also on his body.
For a moment, everything stilled, and then a horrifying scream filled the surroundings. Withering the plants, making the air polluted, and the sky red
The ground began to crack, and a head began to emerge accompanied by an earthquake that made the ground tremble and caused some damage to the town's walls behind him.
The head had golden hair running down its head, it was once beautiful but as it had fallen, it had been corrupted, The head was as large as a carriage with a large hole connecting both its eyes which had nothing but darkness behind them, the fallen head continued to rise from the earth, its head abnormally long.
The rest of her form began to emerge.
Her shoulders followed — cracked, blackened gold plating fused into her flesh like molten armour, glowing faintly from within. A thousand faint whispers bled from the cracks, echoing like trapped souls weeping beneath her skin.
Kamiya fell backwards, his eyes wide. "What… the hell… is that!?"
The goddess's head tilted, and though her hollow eyes held no light, Kamiya could feel her looking at him — through him. His heartbeat stuttered again; his chest burned violently, as if the energy within him wanted to answer her presence.
The goddess didn' t emerge once more, she continued smiling at Kamiya and then tilted her head towards the town behind him, she opened her mouth abnormally wide and for a moment, all the air within her proximity began gathering there, compressing within her mouth and soon a silver glowing dot began to form and countless silver dots appeared in the air and began compressing into her mouth, making the one in her mouth frow larger and larger.
The image was ominous, and Kamiya could not move. The Violent energy within his chest became restless, and before it could move, the goddess released the ball of energy in her mouth and blasted it towards the town.
The blast tore through the air before Kamiya could even comprehend it.
A silver sphere — blinding, soundless — streaked across the plains. When it struck the city walls, there was no explosion at first, only silence. Then came the roar.
The world itself screamed.
The earth quaked, the air warped, and a blinding pillar of white-gold light erupted upward, swallowing everything in its path. The shockwave slammed into Kamiya, hurling him back ac ross the ground. He tumbled, cou ghing and gasping as dust and ash filled his lungs.
When he looked up, the city was gone.
Nothing remained but a massive crater glowing with molten gold at its edges. The sound of collapse echoed faintly in the distance — towers crumbling, screams fading.
Kamiya's breath hitched. "No… no, no, no…"
His hands trembled violently. Did she just… destroy everything?
The violent energy in his chest pulsed harder, almost painfully. It was as if something inside him wanted to rise — to respond to the presence of the goddess. The air shimmered around his body, his shadow splitting into two faint outlines before merging again.
From the crater, the goddess slowly turned her massive, twisted head toward him, and then she opened her mouth once more, and the air began to be sucked in.
But before she could try, Kamiya spoke. "Burst and become Cinders."
Instantly, the air in the goddess's mouth erupted into flames and began burning her mouth. The goddess screamed, and it shook the earth. The flames licked her face, but they did not truly harm her. Within the blink of an eye, the flames extinguished, and the goddess's face began to heal.
She looked at Kamiya with a frown, and then she opened her mouth wide, and countless teeth began sprouting out, sharp and circular.
Her gums began to expand outwards with her teeth until they began to bulge out of her mouth like a worm beginning to emerge from the earth.
"Returnretunretuenreturnreturnmethephenomenaofcinders."
An unspeakable sound came from her now worm-like interior of her mouth that coiled and hissed loudly in the air.
Kamiya clutched his head in pain, kneeling and gritting his teeth as a piercing scream rattled his mind. The violent energy inside him flared uncontrollably, thrumming like molten metal in a forge. His vision split into shards of light and shadow, each reflecting a version of the goddess — maddened, infinite, incomprehensible.
He felt the urge to flee, to hide, but his legs were locked, as if roots of his own fear had plunged into the scorched earth. Every heartbeat reverberated against the raw power that hung in the air.
What am I? What can I do? he thought, the question barely coherent through the rising chaos.
Then, instinct took over. Without thinking, without time to reason, he spoke again. "From the North, the sun descends, From the South the moon ascends, from the west the earth forms, and from the east the sky's fall, Fall from the skies and turn all to ash."
Above Shingensha, an array of runes and magic symbols began forming like a command input into a computer. Before she could reach it, a single particle of dust began falling from the circle, followed by countless others.
Shingensha stood still as if admiring the gathering dust falling from the had ray.
Kamiya coughed up blood, but he ignored it. The violent energy in his chest was urging him to speak. "Banish and be imprisoned."
The motes of dust froze and all of them began to transform into chains.
The chains, born from the falling dust and charged with Kamiya's desperate, instinctual command, were not made of metal but of pure, crystalline golden light—the same corrupt, glowing gold that covered the goddess's armoured shoulders.
They didn't fall gently; they manifested instantly, snapping into existence, with the deafening sound of grinding stone.
One chain pierced the , goddess's twisted neck, another wrapped around her worm-like mouth, coiling tightly, muffling the hissing sound she made. More chains erupted from the array above, lashi,ng , down to bind her massive, c, rackare ed shoulder, and yous and the, remaining subterranean body that hadn't yet emerged.
Kamiya felt the energy in his chest drain away, leaving a gaping, agonizing void. He felt cold, empty, and utterly exhausted, falling onto his side and spitting out another mouthful of blood onto the charred ground.
The Shingensha, the Fallen Goddess, struggled. Her immense body convulsed, causing the cracked earth around her to heave and splinter. A deafening roar of rage—a sound that was pure, unfiltered madness—escaped the chains binding her mouth, shaking the atmosphere itself.
<"No!">
The word, though not in any human language, was a feeling: a terrifying, absolute denial that tried to unmake the reality around Kamiya. The chains holding her pulsed, and faint, translucent cracks began to spread across the golden light.
But as she fought, the vast, inverted golden city in the distance, which had been passive until now, seemed to answer. The dull gold structure began to shimmer, not with corruption, but with a faint, deep-blue light—the colour of cold, ancient command.
Massive, unseen cables—like the roots of a collapsing cosmic tree—shot out from the inverted city. They bypassed Kamiya completely, embedding themselves deep into the goddess's body, merging with the gold-light chains he had manifested.
The pressure lifted abruptly. The suffocating presence was being yanked away.
The goddess screamed one last time, a sound of ultimate, violated freedom. Her abnormally long head was violently pulled, dragged back down into the fissure she had emerged from. The golden light chains and the cosmic cables from the city worked in brutal concert, enforcing the banishment.
The ground sealed shut instantly, the deep cracks vanishing as if they had never been there. The only remnants were the massive crater where the town once stood, the scorched earth from Kamiya's first spell, and the acrid smell of burnt gold and ozone.
Silence fell, absolute and deafening.
Kamiya lay panting, his entire body screaming in protest. The violent energy was gone, replaced by a dull, aching throb. He stared up at the sky, which was slowly returning to its normal colour, the terrifying red hue retreating.
"I… I did that?"
He didn't feel excited anymore. He didn't feel powerful. He felt utterly terrifyingly alone, having just wielded a force he couldn't comprehend to banish a horror that instantly destroyed a city. He was a sixteen-year-old boy who had just discovered magic by burning down a forest, and then nearly died after accidentally challenging a primordial deity.
A small, high-pitched giggle echoed faintly in the distance.
Kamiya, heart still pounding, forced his head up, scanning the devastation. The giggle came again, closer this time, high and light, completely out of place against the backdrop of silent destruction.
It sounded like a child.
Crawling up, he saw a tiny figure perched atop the highest remaining section of the city wall, somehow unscathed by the blast. She was no older than eight, dressed in ridiculously ornate, soot-stained noble clothes, and was meticulously polishing a small, dark rock with a silk handkerchief. She had hair as white as snow and eyes the colour of polished jade.
She looked down at Kamiya and smiled—a wide, disturbing smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"That was quite the show, little King," the girl chirped, her voice carrying unnaturally clearly across the distance. She tucked the polished rock into a sash. "Though...you didn't kill the True Manifestator and steal her ability you did manage to seal her and also obtain a piece of her authority which is something."
The girl grinned, her teeth razor sharp and her expression sinister. "But then again, you are a fledgling and can only achieve that, which is how weak.", and you