Time and space are the highest forms of mystery, an unstoppable force that is impossible to guard against.
By the time they felt the fluctuation of space-time, it was already too late.
In the blink of an eye, half of Aoko's group and the Persona Army disappeared.
There was no fierce battle, no dazzling scenes—just a snap of the fingers, a snap from Zelretch.
Matou Shinji and Aozaki Aoko, who were just about to launch an attack, were left wide-eyed in shock.
"What the... the Infinity Gauntlet!"
"You managed to make something like that?"
"Why not?"
The old man flexed the five fingers of his dark gold glove and smiled as he explained, "Shinji, you said it yourself just now: human faith, cognition, and imagination are mysteries with immense power. While I can't directly draw power from them as you can, it doesn't stop me from being inspired by them, allowing me to create a more efficient mystic code. Human imagination is truly remarkable."
Any ordinary magus might think the old man was spouting nonsense, but Shinji and Aoko would not. After all, they were Magic users who defied common sense.
Shinji nodded.
"That's true, but old man, your Infinity Gauntlet isn't quite accurate. It looks similar on the surface, but the snap of the purple villain turned people to dust, not a space-time banishment like yours."
"Because all I have is the Second Magic. If I could gather all five major magics, along with the Sixth Law that Zepia seeks, perhaps I could achieve the effect you're talking about."
As Zeltech spoke, he twisted his wrist, showing Shinji and Aoko the back of his hand.
The two magicians immediately saw that, of the six gems, only one contained true magic. The other five were replaced with high-level grand spells.
The old man's ambition was clear.
"You're planning to collect all six Magic? That's a pretty big ambition."
Shinji couldn't help but be impressed. The gap between people was truly vast. As a veteran fan of the Typemoon who had transmigrated, he had never thought about collecting all six Magics, but here Zelretch had already prepared for it.
"Isn't it interesting?"
Aoko's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"I'm really curious what it would be like if all Six Magic appeared at once."
The calmest person, however, was Zelrech himself.
"It's still just a concept. The inheritor of the First Magic and the wielder of the Fourth Magic have yet to appear, and the Sixth Magic's existence hasn't been confirmed, and only the Sixth Law. And you two might not even cooperate with me, so the chances of realizing this idea are slim. But being prepared is better than not being prepared."
"That's true."
Aoko rested her chin on her hand, thinking quietly.
"Maybe I should start thinking about making my mystic code along those lines."
"You better not," Shinji remarked.
"Your sister, Touko, says your craftsmanship is terrible."
The only work of Aoko's that Shinji had seen was Shiki's glasses, which were modified from Touko's Mystic Eye Killers—based on how boringly plain they looked, it was obvious that Aoko's craftsmanship was indeed poor.
Having her shortcomings exposed, Aoko was both embarrassed and angry.
"And what about you? Can you make your mystic code? Maybe it'll be even worse than mine."
"It doesn't matter if it's worse than yours. I already have a ready-made mystic code to use—did you forget? This is Fuyuki! Come forth, the greatest creation under the Third Magic: the Greater Grail!"
Shinji raised his hand high. At his call, the ground rumbled, and the mountains trembled.
After about ten seconds of shaking, a glowing sphere slowly rose from the hole Aoko had blasted into the ground earlier.
It was about three people tall in diameter, purely golden in color from inside to out. This was the color of Justeaze's magic circuits, having undergone endless self-replication and reached its final form.
Since the ritual known as the Holy Grail War was nearing its end, the light from the Greater Grail was dim, and the magical energy within was weak.
However, as soon as the sphere approached Shinji, its magic and light-filled up at a visible rate. No need to wait another sixty years—the universal wish-granting machine had already been revived.
Because the true owner of the Greater Grail, the new wielder of the Third Magic, had been born.
"It's about time to wrap things up, isn't it?"
Shinji reached out and gently touched the golden core of the sphere—the face of Justeaze, now turned golden.
"Yes, it's time to end this ritual."
At the same time, outside the battlefield, Justeaze's spirit left the artificial body Touko had made for her and returned to the Greater Grail, her original body.
In the next moment, the sphere that had existed for nearly two centuries, which had endured countless trials, began to melt. It melted into golden liquid, enveloping Shinji's body.
The liquid from the Greater Grail flowed and transformed, merging with the clothing formed by Shinji's spirit particles and magical energy. In the end, it became a robe more magnificent than the Dress of Heaven, grander than the mystic codes of the Yggdmillennia, and more exquisite than the custom clothing of the Einzberns.
Yes, the enormous Holy Grail had only produced a single robe. One could only imagine the incredible power contained within that robe.
Behind Shinji, Justeaze's spiritual form appeared—not just one, but six!
Each wore the Dress of Heaven, though their robes differed in color: red, yellow, blue, green, white, and black.
Each color corresponds to a different power.
Red for fire, yellow for earth, blue for water, green for wind, black for curses, and white for healing.
These were the four elements flowing through the leylines, as well as the malice and benevolence that had split from the Greater Grail due to an accident—this was the true essence of the Justeaze who had always been by Shinji's side!
She was the miracle power of the Greater Grail, the embodiment of the entire Fuyuki leylines.
She was Shinji's strongest support.
"I told you, in Fuyuki, I cannot lose."
With them by his side, Shinji was supremely confident. A Magic user's abilities and power are directly tied to their supply of magical energy. With the world's most powerful leyline as his support, Shinji could wield miracles greater than the Greater Grail itself.
Zelretch's expression remained unchanged as he raised his left hand, adorned with the Infinity Gauntlet. The gem symbolizing the Second Magic emitted an unprecedented radiance.
"Then, I shall also give it my all."
Aoko raised her hand as well. She didn't have a mystic code, but that didn't mean her combat power was diminished.
She was the embodiment of destruction, with an unmatched talent in that area. Destruction and creation were opposites—rather than using a mystic code to destroy, it was better to use her own body.
Aoko's magical power expanded to its maximum, and the quantum tether of recorded phenomena was gripped in her hand.
Meanwhile, Zelrech fully opened the connection to countless parallel worlds, drawing magical energy from them.
Shinji also completely released his soul, transforming his body into the universal wish-granting machine.
"Reverse Canal: Genesis Light Year!"
"Polyphonic World!"
"The Distant Dream That Will Ultimately Become Reality!"
Three magics.
Three magicians.
They each unleashed their magic to the fullest.
This was the end of the Holy Grail War and the beginning of a new era.
When the abnormalities caused by their magic subsided, this small city in Japan finally returned to its rightful peace.
Destruction had passed, and peace had returned.