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Shiraishi River said.
"This is true power—the power to rewrite reality. And you, Araya Sōren, you can't even see through your own essence, so how could you possibly reach this level?"
Chapter 419 Complete Collapse
Araya Sōren's vision blurred, whether from tears or the distortion of space, it was unclear.
He felt an unprecedented sense of weakness wash over him, as if something was being drawn out of his body.
"No...no..."
He knelt down, his hands bracing against a non-existent plane in the void.
"My ideal...my..."
"Your ideal never existed in the first place."
Shiraishi looked down at him, his eyes showing no anger or hatred, only an almost divine indifference.
"You were merely a tool used by the inhibitory force to maintain balance. Now, your mission is over."
Araya Sōren's body twisted and deformed in the darkness, and his face, which was always as calm as a dry well, finally collapsed completely.
His lips were torn to the roots of his ears, revealing an inhuman curve, and his voice sounded like it was squeezed out from a crack in hell.
Do you think that those who oppose Alaya can escape Alaya itself?
Shiraishikawa stood in the blood-red moonlight, his school uniform hem fluttering even without wind.
His gaze was eerily calm, as if he were looking at a struggling ant.
"Those who awaken to the origin will ultimately be subject to the origin; this is the true slavery of fate."
Araya Sōren, you don't even have this much awareness, yet you dare to call yourself a savior?
"absurd!"
Araya Sōren's monk's robe bulged, and countless black runes emerged from beneath his skin.
"I see the end of humanity; only reconstruction can bring about its demise—"
"Type-Moon doesn't need a savior."
Shiraishikawa interrupted him, his voice as soft as if they were discussing the weather.
"With great power comes great burdens. For three hundred years, you have hated the filth of humanity, yet you have not realized that you have become the ugliest part of it."
Araya Sōren's pupils suddenly contracted.
Three layers of barriers appeared beneath his feet, but they were crushed by some invisible force the moment they took shape.
Shiraishichuan's figure suddenly appeared half a meter in front of him, so close that he could count the other's eyelashes.
"As a farewell gift for Kirei Kotomine..."
Shiraishikawa placed his right hand lightly on Araya Sōren's chest.
"Go to hell."
The space was distorted like crumpled tin foil.
As the seemingly casual side kick struck his abdomen, Araya Sōren heard a cracking sound as his internal organs shattered like glass.
His spine twisted in a bizarre spiral, and his lungs were riddled with rib fragments, yet he could still clearly feel the excruciating pain emanating from every nerve ending.
"I have deactivated the pain shield."
Shiraishikawa looked down at his kneeling opponent.
"Savor the pain you have inflicted on others over the past three hundred years."
Ryougi Shiki appeared silently at the edge of the pool of blood, while Kuji Kanetada gleamed with a bluish light under the moonlight.
She tilted her head and looked at the dying magician.
"It would be a waste to kill him directly; his barrier construction is very valuable for research."
"Time is running out."
Starlight-like fragments gathered at Shiraishikawa's fingertips.
"The key to the first phase of the ceremony—the new moon."
Ryougi Shiki's pupils suddenly dilated.
In the vision of her demonic eyes, Shiraishikawa was surrounded by countless transparent threads rotating in reverse, which were the manifestation of the rules that rewrote existence into nothingness.
When these threads touched Araya Sōren, the barrier he had built over three hundred years collapsed layer by layer like a sandcastle.
"I see."
Ryougi Shiki raised her katana.
"To return everything that comes from nothingness to nothingness... What an ironic name."
The light of the knife flashed.
When Araya Sōren's head flew off, no blood spurted from the cut; instead, black sand seeped out.
These grains of sand break down into even finer particles in the air, eventually leaving not even dust.
"It can no longer be reproduced as a phenomenon."
Ryougi Shiki wiped away non-existent bloodstains from her sword.
"However, if your move is called the Hand of God, it's too much like a third-rate comic book finishing move."
Shiraishikawa's lips twitched.
"Please be sure to forget this temporary name."
The barrier began to collapse, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the sky.
Shiraishikawa quickly formed hand seals to replicate the dissipating barrier technique, and Ryougi Shiki's body suddenly went limp.
When the true Two Mausoleums opened their eyes, they saw Araya Sōren's headless corpse turn to ashes.
"it's over?"
She frowned and pressed her temples.
"My head hurts so much..."
"Is memory gap a normal phenomenon?"
Shiraishikawa handed him a bottle of mineral water.
"Go back and have Aozaki Touko give you a full check-up."
The fireplace in the mansion crackled and popped.
Asagami Fujino curled up in the corner of the sofa, the spiral patterns in her irises appearing and disappearing intermittently.
Zhenming was stirring her black tea with a silver spoon when she suddenly turned to look at the entryway.
Chapter 420 Overcoming
"They're back."
A whiff of blood wafted in as the door opened.
Ryougi Shiki walked straight to the second-floor bedroom, the sound of the door closing so loudly that it caused ripples to appear on the surface of the teacup.
"The fighting is fierce?"
Masami handed Shiraishikawa a glass of milk with honey.
"It went more smoothly than expected."
Shiraishi River drank it all in one gulp, and the wound on his Adam's apple had already scabbed over.
"How are Fujino's eyes? Did she die from alcohol poisoning?"
The girl whose name was called trembled.
When she timidly looked up, her pupils shone with a dazzling aurora color.
"I can see more lines now... and there's sound too..."
"Spiritual Vision!"
Zhenming clapped her hands in surprise.
"This morning she even predicted that the postman would fall."
Shiraishikawa crouched down to look Fujino in the eye.
"Try looking at my right hand."
The moment the girl's gaze focused, her entire face suddenly lost all color.
She saw countless howling black chains wrapped around the inside of Shiraishi's arm, each chain connecting to fragments from different times and spaces.
"No...no..."
Fujino covered her eyes and sobbed.
"Those people are calling for help..."
"Excessive empathy needs to be overcome."
Shiraishi Kawa gently pressed down on her trembling shoulders.
"But this potential... might grow into a Noble Phantasm comparable to the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception."
Suddenly, Mio Shichi frowned.
"What are you anxious about? You've been rubbing your left ring finger non-stop since just now."
Shiraishikawa walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window. The crescent moon hung in the night sky, yet he felt no gravitational pull.
His voice was so low it was almost inaudible.
"The coordinates of C-moon have disappeared. Before the next new moon, we must find a fulcrum that can balance the planetary rules..."
The only sound in the living room was the ticking of the grandfather clock.
"Cape Canaville..."