The waves did not surge in.
They were a black wall, rising from the ground and blotting out the entire Horizon.
Above, Demeter's green geometric barriers spread out layer by layer, slicing the sunlight into countless fragments.
Poseidon's blue pillar of light boiled at the center of the sea. The seawater instantly evaporated under the extreme heat, and white clouds of steam billowed upward like mushroom clouds after a nuclear explosion.
"Hey, hey, you've got to be kidding."
Jason staggered back two steps and dropped onto the ground.
This was undoubtedly a world-ending Authority belonging to the gods----
Lord El-Melloi II fell silent, his mind racing wildly.
Yet for the moment, he could not think of any way to escape this predicament----
To gods, they were like ants by the roadside.
When someone truly wanted to kill ants, any resistance from the ants was futile----
Fujimaru Ritsuka stood on the beach, the gale making her Chaldea uniform snap violently.
She looked back.
The island's natives had not run.
Men and women dressed in rough linen, old people and children alike, had all come to the shore.
They did not scream. They did not panic.
Instead, they knelt uniformly in the mud, their faces filled with excitement as they gazed at the gods in the sky.
"The gods have not abandoned us!"
A wrinkled old man shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice drowning out the roar of the sea. "They are watching over us!"
"Praise Zeus! Praise Demeter!"
The crowd cried out after him, their voices gathering into a chilling tide of sound.
Ritsuka bit down on her lower lip, the taste of rust spreading through her mouth.
Her stomach churned.
Looking at those people kneeling on the ground, a figure suddenly flashed through her mind.
Patxi.
That