"According to the information Artemis left behind... Chaos is the mothership of the Greek interstellar fleet.
"Because Zeus, who had integrated the Twelve Olympians, was defeated, it drew the attention of that primordial god."
Leonardo da Vinci explained.
"How are we supposed to fight this?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed at her hair, unable to think of any countermeasure for the moment.
It was a cosmic entity tens of thousands of light-years away, hundreds of times larger than Earth.
What could they use to fight it?
Lord El-Melloi II leaned against the bulkhead, took a deep drag on his cigar, and exhaled a thick plume of gray-white smoke before explaining,
"In the foundation of Greek mythology, Chaos is the beginning of all things."
"The embodiment of primordial Order, time, and space.
"In modern magecraft theory, it represents 'Chaos' and the 'void.'"
"Lord El-Melloi! At a time like this, could you please speak plainly?!"
The portly director, Gordolf Musik, hurriedly asked.
"In other words, regardless of what physical form it takes in the universe, once it connected to this land of the Age of Gods, its concept became bound."
Lord El-Melloi II flicked away some ash, sparks falling onto the metal floor.
"It is the void itself."
The void?
Ritsuka turned those words over in her mind.
That sounded even more impossible to fight.
The so-called void was nothingness itself.
How was one supposed to attack something that was nothing at all?
"I see. So that thing's essence is Chaos and the void?"
At that moment, a crisp female voice rang out on the bridge.
With the voice came a woman in a kimono, two katana hanging at her waist, appearing out of nowhere.
"Huh? Musashi?!"
At the sight of the newcomer, Fujimaru Ritsuka sprang out of her chair, her knee slamming into