A few hours later, Nemo opened his eyes.
The red afterimage of the hibernation lights still lingered on his retinas.
Shion's face, complete with dark circles under her eyes, was hovering close to his, her nose almost touching his forehead.
"You're awake? The operation was a success."
Shion snapped her fingers and tossed a tactical tablet onto Nemo's chest.
The data representing his Spirit Origin readings on the screen was remarkably stable.
Hearing that, Nemo abruptly sat up and frantically felt himself all over.
There were no extra mechanical prosthetics, no data cables plugged into his spine—
Wait—something was wrong.
Hadn't that United Kingdom mage said he was going to modify him?
"You're sure that's it?"
Nemo looked up at Kenneth, who stood in the shadows, and asked in confusion.
"You can try it."
As Kenneth spoke, he dispelled the Reality Marble created by Time Alter.
The group then made their way to the outer deck of the Shadow Border.
Nemo took a deep breath, then began to release his Noble Phantasm.
Ripples spread through the air.
The concept of the Nautilus began to attach itself to the Shadow Border.
"Second deployment, authorization confirmed."
Seeing this, Nemo continued.
The instant he finished speaking, Nemo's expression changed.
He felt his Spirit Origin begin operating at full power as an immense force surged up from within him.
A blinding burst of light erupted from inside the Nautilus's hull.
It was not the radiance of magical energy, but the dazzling white glare of high-energy plasma combustion.
Metal armor plates began to flip, break apart, and reassemble.
The thunderous grinding of massive machinery made everyone's eardrums go numb.
The submarine, originally only a few dozen meters long, was like some enormous beast shedding its shell, madly devouring the free-floating matter around it.
The dock's