The radiance of moon silver and sun gold spread from the bow to Atalanta's entire body, and her long green-gold hair flew backward under the impact of divine power.
Noble Phantasm - Phoebus Catastrophe.
The user experience is completely different from before.
In the past, when she activated this Noble Phantasm, she was met with divine punishment.
It is a rain of arrows falling from the sky. It is a calamity imbued with Spirit Power.
But this time...
The response came from the true form of the deity.
Atalanta felt the vibrations coming from the bowstring.
That was a response from somewhere far away, across parallel worlds.
A silver light appeared in her eyes.
The arrow in his hand was nocked onto the bowstring.
That was a guiding arrow.
Atalanta raised her bow to its highest angle.
Fully charged.
Then loosen the string.
The arrow streaked across the grayish-white lunar surface, flying towards the center where the two moons were about to collide.
The silver trail left a clear guiding line in the void.
That's a target.
It was a request to fire upon a true deity.
In an extremely distant location in the universe.
A crack appeared in the void.
Something emerged from the crack.
A silver-white, streamlined spaceship.
She is also the true form of a goddess.
The silver-white hull unfolded in the starry sky, with a sharp triangle at the front and crescent-shaped scimitar wings extending from both sides.
The entire surface of the ship shimmered with Divinity, moon-silver glow.
This is Artemis, the moon goddess of the Lostbelt and the true form of the Machine God.
An existence that was destroyed in the Age of Gods 14,000 years ago and is impossible to reappear in human history.
But the blessing from the Lord of Dreams made the impossible possible.
Crossing the barriers of parallel worlds. Crossing the boundaries of time. Crossing the boundaries of history that has already vanished.
The true god's body was summoned to the moon in this dreamlike realm.
The form of the Machine God began to change.
The ship's hull, which spans thousands of meters, is bent, folded, and reassembled.
It eventually evolved into a shape that more closely resembled a bow.
A giant, silver-white bow that stretches across the sky.
A voice came from inside the machine.
A pleasant and captivating female voice.
It carries the majesty of a god, and a touch of incongruous liveliness.
"Oh dear, I've been called out."
"Um... you're Atalanta-nyan, right? Long time no see!"
"Hmm, where are the enemies? Ah, I see them, I see them. Those two big balls, right?"
Leave it to me!
The tension in the bowstring of the Machine God reached its limit in an instant.
Golden light burst forth from the center of the bowstring.
That light was brighter than the sun.
Artemis's True Name Release with a roar from the giant bow-shaped machine.
You are the gold that pierces through the stars!
A golden beam of light shot out from the bowstring.
The beam of light was over a kilometer in diameter.
The golden light left an eternal mark in the void.
It flew straight towards the center of the two moons, following the trajectory of the guiding arrow shot by Atalanta.
Then.
It pierced through the two moons that were about to collide.
A golden beam of light pierced through the core of the entire celestial body, entering from the near side of the first moon.
It emerged from the back and continued forward, penetrating the near side of the second moon, passing through the core of the entire celestial body again, and emerging from the back.
Two celestial bodies with diameters exceeding three thousand kilometers were pierced through by a beam of light.
At the moment of penetration, the interiors of both moons exploded simultaneously.
Starting from the pierced core, the crack spreads across the entire surface of the star at the speed of light.
The grayish-white rocks shattered, melted, and vaporized in the golden afterglow.
Both moons shattered simultaneously.
Countless huge rock fragments flew in all directions, forming a spectacular band of fragments in the void.
After passing through the debris field, the golden beam of light continued to extend into the depths of space until it disappeared into the endless darkness.
A terrifying shockwave spread outward from the shattered center of the twin moons.
The moon beneath Atalanta's feet no longer exists.
She was standing on a huge, rapidly spinning piece of rock.
Everything around us is collapsing.
Everyone was on the collapsing lunar surface.
The spectators outside the combat zone were protected by Mukuro Hoshimiya's power, enveloped in a layer of purplish-black light, and were not harmed.
Astolfo rode on his Hippogriff, his mouth agape in an "O" shape, not even noticing the apple he had dropped.
Ritsuka Fujimaru stood on a piece of shard, her face pale.
The six people engaged in combat, having disabled teammate damage, do not need to worry about being affected by the attacks.
But the enemy's attack was real.
The shockwave and torrent of debris swept towards the three Chaldea.
Metatron reacted the fastest.
She abandoned her battle with Heracles and instantly flew in front of Mash and Arcueid.
All four wings are fully extended.
Holy light burst forth from her body.
But this time, she used something she hadn't used before.
Amyrlin.
The highest throne in the heavens.
The archangel, who serves on the throne of omnipotence, now materialized his own throne before him.
Golden-white light formed a huge, transparent, throne-shaped barrier that radiated divine brilliance.
That was Metatron's symbol of supreme power as the divine scribe and attendant to the throne.
The shockwave struck the jade throne barrier.
Golden fragments of light flew off the impact surface like snowflakes.
Metatron's expression finally changed.
She frowned.
The shockwave was too strong.
The aftershocks of that golden beam of light.
No, it should be said that the energy released by the simultaneous collapse of the two moons exceeded what she alone could completely offset.
She was doing everything she could to deflect and weaken that force.
However, a significant amount of residual energy still managed to penetrate the gaps in the throne barrier and continue to spread backward.
" Mash!"
She didn't need to shout.
Mash has already moved.
The giant cross-shaped shield was raised high.
"Building Hope--"
An indomitable light burned in their purple eyes.
" The Shield of Human Order!!"
Lord Chaldeas.
A massive, golden-white, semi-circular shield unfolded before Mash.
A wall of light enveloped her and Arcueid behind her.
But Mash could feel the pressure on the Shield of Human Order.
That was an impact far exceeding that of ordinary Noble Phantasm.
Even after being significantly weakened by Metatron's throne, the residual energy from the shattering of the two moons still posed a deadly threat to her shield.
Mash's feet sank into the rubble, and her body trembled violently.
And behind her.
Arcueid moved too.
She raised her hands.
The Marble Phantasm.
The particles in the atmosphere were forcibly reorganized in front of her, forming a huge shield of light that radiated rainbow colors.
It is a physical barrier formed by arranging and combining elements in the natural environment in the most robust way.
The rainbow light shield was superimposed on Mash's Shield of Human Order, adding the final layer to the defense system.
Metatron's Amyrlin.
Mash's Shield of Human Order.
Arcueid's Marble Phantasm barrier.
The shockwave roared for a full twelve seconds before the triple defenses.
Twelve seconds later.
Silence fell.
The debris trail slowly rotated in the distance.
The original two moons are completely gone. In their place lies a massive ring of rock fragments and dust, slowly drifting through the void of the dream universe.
The battlefield beneath the six people's feet also changed from the lunar surface into floating fragments.
The three Chaldea were still standing.
But they were all in a sorry state.
Arcueid's gown had a corner torn at the hem, and her long, golden hair was slightly disheveled.
"Still alive." Arcueid brushed his disheveled hair aside, his tone nonchalant.
Then she tilted her head and looked at Atalanta was floating on the debris in the distance.
"That hunter is quite interesting."
Atalanta stood atop a massive fragment of the moon, her Bow of the Firmament still trembling slightly.
The two-tone Machine God patterns on the bow had faded.
She was also breathing heavily.
Atalanta looked up at the fragment belt.
Both moons were shattered.
Including the one they were originally standing in.
She knew her Noble Phantasm had become stronger.
The blessing that Mukuro Hoshimiya gave her has transformed the Phoebus Catastrophe into a weapon of a completely different level.
But she didn't expect it to be this strong.
She had never seen Artemis's true divine form during her lifetime.
That was something that was destroyed in the Age of Gods 14,000 years ago.
A silver-white body stretching over a thousand meters.
A giant bow spanning the sky.
Golden beams of light between stars.
A strike that pierces through the stars.
This is no longer the power of Heroic Spirit.
This is a true war between gods.
"Really...?"
Atalanta whispered something.
Then she looked across at the other side.
The three Chaldea members are still alive.
They were not killed.
The Great Celestial used his throne to block most of the impact. Mash behind him used her shield to absorb the aftershocks. Arcueid also constructed a defense herself.
They withstood the triple defenses.
"Ha." Atalanta's lips curled into a slight smile.
"You're pretty resilient."
Arcueid heard this from a distance.
His crimson eyes narrowed slightly.
"You're pretty good at fighting too."
She brushed her hair aside.
"That attack just now shattered even my moon."
"That's interesting. Then I won't have to be so gentle with my next move."