Boom—
Tiamat stretched her horned wings with all her might. They expanded until they blotted out the sky, growing immeasurably vast, their edges already crashing against the rocky walls of the Underworld with thunderous sounds of collapse.
"Ahh. Aaaahhh—"
Tiamat's song had completely transformed into a beast's roar.
Just as Merlin had said, Chaldea's data had also observed it: Tiamat's Saint Graph was rapidly reverting.
Jurassic, Cretaceous—by now, it had regressed to the level of the Age of Gods in the Carboniferous period. In other words, the current Tiamat was undoubtedly a complete Creator God—perhaps even something more terrifying than that.
"It seems this isn't the time to celebrate the joy of reunion yet."
The smile had vanished from Merlin's face, replaced by solemnity and gravity.
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash stood beside him. Lawrence was still maintaining the magecraft field. Annanu and Enkidu stood hand in hand nearby. Ereshkigal stood at the highest point, cold sweat on her face. Nanshe and Ishtar, both still in poor condition, had gathered together. As for Zi Juan, she remained unconscious.
Other than Zi Juan, everyone's eyes were fixed upon that enormous beast, that colossal god.
"Should this be called divinity... or beastliness?" Nanshe's eyelids trembled, her expression complicated.
"...She still wants to go to the surface, Mother Goddess." Ereshkigal's tone was slightly panicked, the veins on the hand gripping her spear faintly bulging. "Even now, she still intends to fly?"
"Listen carefully. You absolutely cannot let Tiamat leave the Underworld." Roman's trembling voice came through the communicator. "You may not believe it, but compared to what comes next, Tiamat is definitely at her weakest right now."
"Her metamorphosis isn't complete—it has only reached around eighty percent!"
"This is because the Underworld's suppression is still affecting her. Even so, her magical energy output remains