Luther should have realized long ago that the True Creator would not let him off so easily.
He had killed this evil god's offspring, purged His followers, even rejected His blessings and turned to pray to His mortal enemy, the Fool. After this series of blasphemies, the other side had made no countermeasure—Luther had nearly believed this god was utterly mad and devoid of reason.
Yet He had actually been preparing in secret all along. The moment He struck, it was a terrifying killing move.
Ouroboros.
A Sequence 1 King of Angels.
A powerful favored one of the True Creator.
Although Suah was also Sequence 1, the gap between them was incomparably obvious. One had been born only a few centuries ago, while the other had endured through multiple epochs; one was mad and chaotic, utterly incapable of controlling his malice and able to fight only by instinct, while the other was indifferent and tranquil, as unpredictable as Fate itself; one had been conceived by an evil god, with unstable Spirituality, while the other had firmly mastered his pathway and become a King of Angels.
Luther had been able to severely wound Suah partly because of the powerful restraint provided by Bernadette and the others, and partly because of Medici and the others, who had recovered their former strength. Now, the other monarchs of the sea were not present, and the item that could borrow power from the past had already been depleted. Facing Ouroboros, whose strength far surpassed Suah's, his chances of victory were minuscule.
Even so, he had to resist!
A succession of rings appeared before Luther's eyes. They were covered in silvery-white scales, like living snakes connected head to tail, appearing transcendent and mysterious.
Within those rings, the trajectories of all things were forcibly stitched together. Endings