Victoria's presence warped the battlefield again.
Not just speed—
not just strength—
but certainty bending everything around her.
Jhonathan was launched into the sky like a broken star, his body spinning through layers of distorted gravity.
Below—
Ralph caught Brunhilde mid-air.
No hesitation.
No ceremony.
Just instinct.
He swung.
A blimp the size of a floating fortress was erased mid-flight—
shattered into burning fragments that rained over Takobo like falling glass.
Ralph landed hard.
Runic tattoos ignited across his body.
Energy overflowed violently, turning the ground beneath him into a widening crater.
"…Enough," he muttered.
Arthur stepped forward.
The air changed instantly.
Not heavier.
Not lighter.
Just enforced.
His presence expanded.
Then multiplied.
Billions of Arthur projections filled the battlefield, each one glowing with identical divine runic markings.
A network of authority spread across the entire warzone.
Every version spoke at once:
"…Destruction of the city will be regulated."
And then—
they moved.
Takobo shook.
Entire sections of the tower district collapsed under coordinated divine pressure.
Elsewhere—
portals opened violently across the continent.
Elloria.
Dyslexia.
Opossumia.
Entire armies poured in.
Summoners, mages, swordsmen.
All converging on Takobo.
But the reaction was immediate.
Another portal opened.
Levincia answered.
Not just soldiers.
Not just swords.
But everything that had survived this war so far.
And at the center—
Arthur's voice echoed through the battlefield.
"We will end it all."
A pause.
Then reality itself seemed to hold its breath.
Because now—
this was no longer Takobo vs Levincia.
It was:
All nations vs all gods vs all broken systems of power
And somewhere far above the chaos—
Victoria watched… smiling faintly, as if this was exactly what she wanted.