Mowang! Create the Universe!

"Mazinger! GO!" Mo Wang used every ounce of strength in his body to issue the final command.

Mazinger ZERO's huge mechanical eyes suddenly lit up. It was no longer the blazing-white radiance of Photon Power from before, but two streams of golden light that seemed capable of piercing the void and melting down the laws themselves.

Then Mo Wang's roar rang across the sky once more, carrying the will to bring everything to an end:

"Fly! Iron Fist! Rocket—Punch!!"

BOOM!!!

Mazinger ZERO's unimaginably massive right arm abruptly detached from the shoulder joint. This was no simple mechanical launch. Wrapped in ultra-condensed Photon Power that had devoured the essence of all Britain, it became a scorching comet comparable to a small meteor, dragging a golden tail-flame across the heavens as it smashed down toward the continent below.

This punch surpassed the limits of physics. It was a violent outpouring of energy and law.

The instant the flying fist made contact with the earth—

Time seemed to freeze.

Then came ultimate "motion."

An explosion beyond words erupted. It was no ordinary flame or shock wave, but the complete release of pure energy and the structural collapse of matter itself. Light—light that devoured all sound, all form, all color—became the sole ruler.

The continental plates shattered like brittle crackers, melted, and vaporized.

The Holy City Camelot, along with the throne room upon it, dissolved in that light like a sandcastle, without even the faintest trace left behind.

Ozymandias's eyes widened. The last thing reflected in them was the gold-white radiance filling the entire world. He opened his mouth, as if wanting to utter one final lament, but his voice, along with his very self, had already been swallowed completely by the light.

The Lion King calmly closed her eyes. The glow of divinity