Although the mass-produced Second Generation Lahmu were slaughtering Mesopotamia's remaining humans, the Tide of Chaos was not as fierce as imagined. It spread slowly, as if something were restraining Tiamat from using her power.
Suddenly, Gong noticed that Tiamat was bound in shackles and chains. The bizarre sight made him cry out in alarm:
"Could this be self-sealing!?"
Gong froze for a moment, then shook his head and denied his own speculation, repeatedly implanting suggestions into his mind:
"No, no. How could Mother possibly seal herself? Returning to this land and taking revenge on all living beings who abandoned her—that is Mother's true wish! These shackles must have been used by the enemy to bind Mother. They only want to seal her because they fear her power."
"Mother, do not be afraid. I will help you break free at once, because this is the only reason I exist."
Gong aimed his hand at his own heart and viciously plunged it in.
"Ugh—"
Blood spilled from Gong's mouth. His face twisted in unbearable pain as he forcibly tore out his own heart.
Golden light lit up in Gong's hand. What he held was not a heart, but a golden cup—the Holy Grail that had thrown this Singularity into chaos!
Gong threw the Holy Grail into the sea. As the Black Mud churned, Tiamat, who had seemed like a sleeping beauty, suddenly opened her eyes and cried out:
"Arrrrrrr—"
The song was resounding and beautiful, like the first sound uttered at the birth of the world.
The sea of Black Mud boiled, and the entire surface trembled. With a crisp crack, the chains binding Tiamat snapped all at once. Tiamat, who had been floating on the sea in a human-sized form, sank beneath the waves. When something rose from the surface again,