Even if her Spirit Origin was destroyed, Metatron, who possessed Independent Manifestation (Angel), would not simply disappear. But her plan had indeed been ruined.
Savior and Saintess of Salvation, you really did win.
Be proud. You truly defeated the great angel Metatron... but the world's destruction was already unavoidable.
—The crown inside Metatron had malfunctioned.
It was the network hub Metatron used to command her million-strong angel army, and its functions had also been damaged in the explosion of Crimson Lotus Saintess (La Pucelle).
The million angels had gone out of control and berserk. What would become of this planet when they continued manifesting?
Humanity's future was easy to imagine.
Metatron did not open her mouth to mock or warn Shirou and the others. She merely felt a deep sorrow.
As expected... nothing would change...
"You actually harbor hatred for humanity somewhere deep in your heart, don't you?"
"—!"
Metatron turned around.
Reflected in her own radiance was the shadow of another girl.
"Still alive, Sloth (me)? You're tougher than I expected."
Metatron (Sloth) shrugged. "Well, adaptability is the only advantage weak little me has."
Metatron noticed that time had stopped around them.
She had actually activated a barrier. Did Sloth possess such tremendous power?
"Why did you come to the outside? Come to think of it, the Holy Sword Wielder was able to escape from inside me so smoothly because you helped her, right?"
"I won't deny it."
Seeing her completely unconcerned expression, Metatron felt a trace of irritation rise in her chest.
"You're obviously my aspect, yet you became humanity's ally...
"No, you can't really be considered my aspect. You're merely a redundant personality used to carry the name 'Sloth.'"
Metatron (Sloth) puffed out her cheeks. "That's so mean—but I suppose it's true.
"You discarded me as something