The Final Matter

The Celestial of the universe had left, and a war had ended.

As the battle drew to a close, the energy bestowed by Earth and humanity was also exhausted. The bodies of those comrades who had crossed time and space began to turn transparent and insubstantial, slowly fading away.

That was only natural. The Ultramen had never belonged to this world, nor even to the Marvel multiverse. It was only because Richard had planted the seed called "Ultraman" in the hearts of this world's people that everyone's thoughts and calls had summoned them across time and space.

Now that this energy had run out, the Ultramen, as outsiders, were naturally rejected by the universe itself and had to return to their respective universes.

But their mission had been completed.

Noah turned around and met the gazes of the countless Ultramen floating in the sky.

There was no need for words of thanks or farewell. As Ultramen, they understood one another, bound by a special connection even across time and space.

Before vanishing, the Ultramen merely nodded to him one after another.

Noah nodded back, both in reply and in gratitude.

Then they disappeared.

Earth was peaceful once more.

The land beneath their feet had long since become unrecognizable. After such a massive war between Ultramen and Celestials, it was almost impossible to imagine the devastation it had caused. The terrain within a hundred-mile radius had been reshaped, forests burned to ash, and mountains leveled.

Perhaps this place would become a famous landmark someday, given some name like "The Site of Ultraman's Great Victory over the Celestials," maybe even turned into a tourist attraction.

But that was a matter for later.

Richard knew that most of the people on Earth were surely immersed in the joy of surviving the catastrophe, still