The Spacequake spreads in all directions from the coordinates where the Origami disappeared.
This time, I held nothing back in the Origami.
The entire Pseudo-Underworld began to tremble from the inside out.
The spatial structure could not withstand this level of impact and began to disintegrate from the most basic level.
Cracks appeared in the sky.
Huge, clearly visible cracks spread outwards from the very center of the sky in all directions.
The edges of the crack flickered with an unstable white light, like the shards of broken glass.
Through these cracks, you can see the outside world.
The night sky.
People in the outside world can also see Pseudo-Underworld through these cracks.
Burning flames, surging seas of blood, swarms of locusts covering the sky, and apocalyptic scenes of the entire world collapsing.
The earth itself is also cracking.
The cracks extend outwards from the point where the Origami disappeared, each crack being tens of meters wide.
The cracks grew denser and longer, soon forming a giant spider web on the ground.
The earth crumbled and the sky shattered.
The whole world is heading towards destruction.
"... It's about time we went."
Sajyou Manaka looked at the shattering sky above her, her tone as if she had seen the clock strike its appointed time.
Her figure disappeared from the spot.
He appeared instantly beside Richard.
Richard was still battling a giant locust with a scorpion's tail.
His sword pierced the locust's neck, and the locust's body split in two in mid-air, turning into gray smoke and dissipating.
Sajyou Manaka placed one of her hands on Richard's shoulder.
"I'm leaving now, Saber."
"Wait! Enkidu is still here--"
"It's been dead for a while now."
Richard's gaze fell in the direction where Enkidu had finally collapsed.
There was only a small handful of soil there.
The soil lay quietly on the crumbling ground, showing no signs of life.
Richard was silent for a moment.
Then he nodded.
Let's go.
Sajyou Manaka's palm glowed faintly.
The two figures disappeared from the spot.
When it reappeared, it had returned to the outside world.
A night breeze swept over me.
Sajyou Manaka and Richard appeared on a street on the outskirts of Snowfield City.
Most of the buildings on both sides of the street were damaged in the previous battle, and broken bricks and glass shards covered the entire road.
Behind them was the diamond-shaped spatial portal that was slowly closing.
On the other side of the portal lies Pseudo-Underworld. Through the not-yet-fully-closed crack in the door, one can see that world collapsing at an alarming rate.
The sky and the earth were covered with cracks, and the whole world was like a shattered mirror, disintegrating from the inside.
The Pale Rider stood on the collapsing ground, looking up at the cracks in the sky.
Its Noble Phantasm is being destroyed.
The Pale Rider drew upon all the remaining power of the Book of Revelation.
The seven calamities are: hail, fire, blood rain, locusts, cavalry, sulfur, and a great earthquake.
All the remaining power was gathered together by it, transforming into a murky gray-white energy barrier that blocked the path of the Spacequake.
This is all the authority it holds as Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
The gray-white energy barrier collided head-on with the collapsing force field of the Spacequake.
The two forces cancel each other out and absorb each other at the point of contact during the collision.
The grayish-white barrier continuously thinned, narrowed, and became transparent under the impact of the Spacequake.
It lasted for two seconds.
At the third second, the first crack appeared in the gray-white barrier.
In the fourth second, the crack expanded to cover the entire barrier.
The fifth second.
The barrier shattered.
The collapsing force field of the Spacequake cut through the Pale Rider's last resistance without any hindrance, like a red-hot knife slicing through butter.
The Pale Rider's body was directly exposed to the effects of the Spacequake.
It looked down at its hands.
Pale fingers began to crack from the fingertips.
From bottom to top, the entire body was gradually stripped away, decomposed, and dissipated by the force of the Spacequake.
It did not struggle.
Because it knows that struggling is useless.
It has only one regret.
They failed to eliminate the enemy that threatened the lamb.
The last piece of the white robe turned into specks of light in the air.
The afterimage of the Pale warhorse followed closely behind.
The Rider of False's Spirit Origin has completely collapsed.
The entire Pseudo-Underworld lost its master, and its collapse accelerated dramatically.
All the cracks expanded to their limit at the same moment, and the sky and the earth completely collapsed.
The entire world was swallowed up by the Spacequake and reduced to nothingness.
When the Origami reappeared, it was standing on a real asphalt road.
The real world.
The city center of Snowfield City.
This indicates that the previous Reality Marble was completely destroyed by the Spacequake.
Origami looked around.
ruins.
Ruins are everywhere.
The ruins of buildings, overturned cars, shattered streetlights, and broken glass and bricks scattered everywhere.
But no one was there.
There wasn't a single person there.
Sajyou Manaka, Sajyou Ayaka, and Saber have all disappeared.
Even that Bull of Heaven, tens of meters tall, is nowhere to be seen.
"They all ran away..."
Origami stood in the center of the ruins, her ten wings of light slowly retracting behind her.
She didn't chase after them.
So much happened today.
From the defeat of Caster Gilgamesh, the defeat of Heracles, the illusion of another Caster, then the appearance of the Old Gil, the appearance of Sajyou Manaka, the Bull of Heaven trampling people, Ishtar being pulled into the Underworld, and the Book of Revelation of the Pale Rider.
Origami doesn't tire the body.
But I'm already feeling a bit mentally exhausted.
There are way too many participants in this Holy Grail War!
Slay one, and two more pop up. Solve one problem, and three new problems arise.
never mind.
Origami yawned.
Let them live one more day.
I'll rest well tomorrow.
They were all sent to the Western Paradise.
Origami's figure disappeared into the night sky.
The edge of the giant crater trampled by the Bull of Heaven.
This is a huge pit with a diameter of over 100 meters and a bottomless depth.
Looking down from the pit, all you could see was a pitch-black abyss.
No one noticed the pit.
The previous battle was too intense; everyone's attention was focused on Origami and the Pale Rider. No one noticed the large crater in the ground.
So no one noticed.
The edge of the pit.
A hand reached out from the darkness.
Then the arms.
Then there was a head of long red hair.
She braced her arms against the edge of the pit.
Push it up with all your might.
The entire figure flipped out of the pit.
"Call--!"
Hippolyta lay on the edge of the pit, panting heavily.
She looked disheveled, her face covered in mud and her hair a mess.
He looked as if he had been rolling around in a mud pit for three days and three nights.
But she is alive.
She crawled back from the Underworld.
Hippolyta rolled over and lay on her back beside the pit.
The night wind brushed against her face, cold, dusty, and real.
The feeling of being alive.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
She lay on the ground, panting for a while, before her breathing gradually calmed down.
Then she began to recall everything that had happened underground over the past few hours.
That underground cave filled with the aura of death and a ghostly blue light.
The space was so vast that its boundaries were invisible. Above was a false, dark blue sky, and beneath was cold, black rock. A chilling atmosphere permeated the air, sending shivers down one's spine.
Her demigod-like intuition told her—
This is a place the living should absolutely never set foot in.
The Underworld.
It is the realm of the dead, opened up by the true lord of the underworld.
Even though she is now Servant, she only feels a primal, physical fear of this place.
She was standing near Old Gil when the Bull of Heaven stomped down.
The massive shockwave threw her off balance.
Then she fell.
It keeps falling.
It's been missing for a long time.
Finally, it crashed onto the ground of the Underworld.
She struggled to her feet and looked around.
There was no one or even a soul around.
Looking up, there's only a large hole through which you can see the sky.
That was the path trampled out by the Bull of Heaven, and it was her only way out.
"Could this be the legendary Underworld...?"
Hippolyta murmured to herself at that moment.
She wasn't sure. But she knew one thing.
We absolutely cannot stay here any longer.
She started climbing.
The pit walls are very steep, almost vertical.
Moreover, she couldn't summon her warhorse in this location.
Her warhorse is one of her Noble Phantasm, and it's directly linked to her Riding skills.
But in the Underworld, this connection was severed by some force. She could feel the warhorse was still there, but she just couldn't summon it.
It was as if something was stopping her.