Fron murmured his own magic. The blessing behind him bloomed with flowing light, scorching heat burning and stinging his nerves!
"[Welcome the end! (Ragnarok)!]"
...
"[Twilight of the Gods! (Ragnarok)!]"
...
The two-stage chant and the instantly-activated additional magic enveloped Fron entirely in the radiance of flame and thunder.
The raging magic power twisted all the surrounding air, and vaguely, the entire hall trembled under this ferocious surge of magic!
"Zzzz, "
A crackling, fire-roasting kind of noise. The terrifying high temperature twisted the air and melted the stone slabs beneath his feet into liquid, spreading outward like magma, sinking the entire floor by dozens of centimeters.
And that was still not the end.
"[Magic Dominator]!"
He muttered, and the blessing behind him shone with unprecedented brilliance. The patterns drawn by burning divine blood radiated heat.
With Fron focusing all of his mental power, the flames and thunder erupting from his entire body slowly converged toward his staff, gathering, compressing, condensing into a single point.
That power gathered without releasing, and an unprecedented pressure raged wildly from Fron's body.
He spread his legs, leaned his body forward, stretched his entire frame to the limit,
"『Fire of Surtr (Surtalogi)』"
" 『Flame of Surtr (Surtalogi)』"
"Finally, let's return to the proper track. Finishing move!!!!!"
"『Blaze of Surtr (Surtalogi)』"
"Crack."
Centered on Fron, the yet-unmelted stone slabs shattered, the cracks even spreading to the walls and ceiling!
A terrifying force erupted forth, ultimately turning into a blinding beam of light that flashed and vanished instantly!
"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM"
The sonic-boom clouds arrived on cue, shaking the entire Knossos!
.....
Just as Fron unleashed his ultimate power and delivered the punishment strike upon the dragon.
In the enormous hall, two gods faced each other. Their confrontation had reached its climax, its very final moment.
"...You caused Orario to collapse… for what reason?"
Dionysus had no idea what was happening on Fron's side. He remained delighted, excited, like an actor on stage presenting joy. Loki, facing him, asked this question.
Even as Tenkai's most notorious troublemaker, Loki's worldview could not comprehend, could not articulate, could not even think through the doubt she felt.
He slaughtered his entire Familia. He turned everyone around him into puppets.
He paid countless prices just to accomplish hia goal, ruining Orario.
And the reason, the purpose behind it, what benefit did he gain by doing this?
Such a massive plan, opposing all the gods, and without using hypnosis or self-induced delusion, what was he aiming for?
What profit was he expecting?
Everyone knows: everything must have a goal, a purpose, right? Especially a plan of such magnitude.
...
Hearing this, Dionysus fell silent for a brief moment. Then he wiped away his smile and showed a serious expression.
Seeing the change, Loki's heart tightened, she expected something shocking, but instead,
"To 'correct' this lower world."
"..."
With the expression of a true god, he answered Loki's question.
"The current lower world is impure. The gods rampage as they please within it. It must be restored to its proper form."
Loki's face stiffened, filled with question marks.
This guy, is he seriously playing shit-talk at a time like this?
She clicked her tongue.
"Proper form…?"
"You know this too, Loki. In the past, the 'heroes' challenged the monsters coming up to the surface even without the gods' 'blessings.'"
That was the age called "Ancient Times."
Before the gods descended, the armies of monsters overflowing from the "Great Hole" attacked all races and took dominion.
It was the darkest era in human history, drenched in blood.
It was the cruel world Enyo wanted to recreate by destroying Orario and letting monsters rampage across the surface.
"The brave ones had no divine protection and were first trampled by monsters. But as time passed, they began fighting back, slowly pushing the monstrous hordes back!"
Dionysus's previously calm voice carried heat.
No, not heat. Fervor.
Like a fanatic.
To Loki, the man was already completely insane.
Can a sane person understand the logic of a madman? Obviously not.
Likewise, a normal god cannot understand the logic of a deranged god.
"That was growth! Those children, those residents of the lower world! Even though we certainly granted the spirits'! Even so, the heroes surpassed the limits of 'humans' by their own strength!"
Loki fell silent. Having come to the lower world and been influenced by its children, she understood…
What Dionysus said was true. Not fabricated. But he viewed it purely from a divine standpoint.
If you switched perspectives… Would the humans of ancient times really wish for that era?
And what, does he think the current god-era life is bad?
Arrogance.
"..."
"Even without relying on the 'blessings' that draw out the potential to become 'strong'!"
"They relied on noble blood and tears, and an irreplaceable, overwhelming will!"
"Like that, they broke through that age of darkness!"
It was indeed true.
Although the spirits intervened, the residents of the lower world still resisted the monsters, reclaimed their lost lands, and finally reached the "Great Hole," the origin of everything.
There, they built the fortress that became the predecessor of Orario, intending to stop monsters from spilling outward.
"...I can't refute it. You're right. The children of that era were freaks, walking bundles of 'unknown.'"
As she spoke, Loki recalled Fron's figure.
That kid… even without her blessing, he'd probably be just like those ancient monsters of talent…