In the sudden silence, everything seemed to have been inverted within an unseen mirror.
Dwarfs and giants, ugliness and beauty, sublimation and petrification, miracles and calamities, grains of yellow sand and solemn thunder, the King of the Present Realm and the King of the Abyss...
Judging by appearance and aura alone, it was impossible even to determine where the two of them belonged.
Yet now that they had appeared in the same place, it seemed only natural, without the slightest sense of incongruity.
As though it had been decreed by fate.
"First time meeting you, Giant. My name is Amenhotep."
Upon the high-backed chair, Pharaoh raised his eyes, gazing up at the powerful, magnificently built giant with admiration. "I am your enemy."
Enemy.
Faced with those almost arrogant words and phrasing, the Archduke did not laugh. He merely raised his head and looked toward the miracle before him—
Upon the shattered shell of the Present Realm, the divine torrent born from Egypt's long history spread outward.
Using the tombs of kings as material, it once more sealed the breach above the Present Realm, as well as the collapsed defensive line along the borders.
It was not crude patchwork or stitching, but reconstruction as though creating a world anew!
Such a majestic creation was sustained by that single scepter, gradually completed within the hands of the hunched Pharaoh, keeping the Abyss's assault at bay.
Even the countless fragments of the Mother of Stone that had reached the Present Realm ahead of all others silently vanished within the depths.
Sheltering the entire world beneath his wings...
That grandeur, as though he wished to hold the whole cosmos in his grasp—
Made it impossible to look away!
The Archduke stepped forward and solemnly asked, "Why had such powerful strength never entered the battlefield?"