Arkaim.
The instant the stone statue of Jesus destroyed the Brazilian Ministry of Magic, the Holy Wall seemed to flicker because its magic had become unstable.
At the same time, the rising concentration of magic also gave the spear that had been trying to break through the Holy Wall's blockade a sudden boost. It immediately seized that instant of instability in the barrier, gathered all its magic, and thrust down with all its might.
With a tremendous clang, a huge crack appeared in the barrier, and then it shattered like glass.
The spear let out a sharp cry and abruptly swelled hundreds of times larger, stabbing toward the Palace of Spring on the mountaintop like a colossal pillar.
At the same time, light glittered around it, and countless spears split off from those motes of light. Immediately after, around the spear, angels with wings on their backs gradually appeared one after another. They raised those spears and swept down toward the sacred city of wizards below like a storm blotting out the sky.
On the terrace of the Palace of Spring, Sophia lifted her head and looked at the enemies filling the sky, knowing the time had come.
She looked at Madame Yaga beside her and said, "I'll leave what comes next to you."
No expression could be read on Madame Yaga's wrinkled face. She sighed. "I'm already beginning to regret helping you sit in this position. If not for that, you would not have had to bear this fate."
"You said it yourself—it's fate." The empress smiled. "But you needn't be sad. I wasn't forced by this fate. After learning my own role, I made this choice myself."
"And besides, I have no regrets left."
As she spoke, she raised her left hand, and a golden ring on her