"Hahaha! Ye fools, let us see how this shall end~!"

"Aye, ye have pleased M'liege! By the winds and the stars, yer deeds be worthy of much honor and praise~!"

A young girl with dazzling alabaster eyes laughed merrily. 

She was at the crater's center, with hundreds of thousands amounting to millions of swarms surrounding her. There were countless different species ready to kill her, orcs, elves, dwarfs, goblins, gnomes, and others, along with humans from the Orthodox Rule. 

They were all united to eradicate these destructive beings, not much less than the armies of the Unorthodox Rule. The final denouement for a new epoch of the ruler of Arganta! 

A bearded man holding a giant hammer five times his size roared, "Thou unorthodox folk! I truly cannot abide thy presence!"

The dwarf king was so angry he could faint. He created the weapons that could deal with them, the most potent weapon of Arganta. These abominable beings should not exist in this world! Why do they even exist?

They must not have a place to rule or thread upon! 

The Elf King also prepared his divine weapon, the Archer of Light. 

"O noble Dwarf King, see to it thou dost not allow these misbegotten hermits to flee! Their queen has yet to reveal her true form—treachery still afoot." 

"I knoweth that."

The Dwarf King grumbled. "Thou shalt ensure thy people and those fairies dost protect our land, just as we do with thine!"

"Ye two should hold thy peace and see to it forthwith!"

The orc and goblin king shouted. 

"We knoweth!" 

"Men, take thy stand! Shield the Elves! Protect thyselves with thine armor! Archers, bide thy time until I call!"

"Open the trap once I send forth my call!"

"Prepareth thy weapon!" 

"Aye!" 

But the little girl hummed, seeing all these preparations for her. 

"Fer the first time, I felt wanted apart from me liege fufu~." 

This made the surrounding armies and their king's faces blacken even more. 

"Arch'rs! Anon!" [Archers! Now!]

"Humans, use thy gifts to vanquish those folk! We shall all unite f'r peace!"  

"F'r peace!" 

"The blasphemy of Arganta!" 

"F'r arganta!" 

The little girl cheered. "F'r Arganta~!" 

""Then let me see if thou dost possess that capability!"

"Ere that~." [Before that.]

She pointed in the direction of each of their kingdom. 

"Dost thou ever ponder why thou wert only facing Varim's beast, before?" 

The Elf King gritted his teeth, feeling an awful premonition was coming up.

"What doth thee mean?" 

"It is simple~." 

The girl grinned, sitting in the air as she crossed her legs, looking down at them full of contempt. 

"Can't you sense their Life Thread connected to you~? While you've all been here fighting for your life, my babies have eaten them all~."

[Can't you sense their Life Thread connected to you~? While you've all been here fighting for your life, my babies have eaten them all~.]

“You…you…” 

Their faces became ugly. Each one went pale as they tried to do so. Their Life Thread or the Breath of their loved ones and relatives can't be felt. 

This… 

Why?! Just how! They howled in their hearts. 

"Ye must be confused~." 

Enjoying the scene, the little girl continued, "Herera bestowed her Concealing Illusion to veil their Life Thread upon me. I have but now shattered it!"

"Shouldst thou not feel grateful for my withering concern?"

The dwarf king harrumphed. "Lafi'ra, thee bawbling arse dunkard. Who isn't wouldst feeleth concerned?!" 

Lafiera rolled her eyes, turning to the Elven king, who shook his head, glancing at the Dwarf king who was talking and shouting, spitting as if there was no tomorrow, "How is it? Dost thou take delight in it?"

"Abominable!" 

"We might not but defin' slay those folk." 

[We must definitely kill them!] 

"F'r our families!!" 

They despaired at the loss of their love once. They will do everything to drag them with them to death! 

"F'r the landeth of Arganta. Tehee~."

The Orthodox people roared at her jest. Yet again, another collision of hatred and revenge. 

*** 

"I admireth thy wills."

A gentle voice rang from inside the Castle Ruins. It was dim little lights coming from the outside, cold air swept the entire place, and ruined statues and stone guardian beasts were broken and littered on the marble floor. 

A powerful voice that could shake the earth roared, "Wherefore don't thee cometh out?! 

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"The unorthodox fiend shall cease to existeth!"

A young blonde man with the purest light shouted righteously with a sword, glowing with a luminous light. 

This was the Hero, along with his party, the last hope of Arganta. The people with him are the best of the best in their field. They are at the top of the pyramid. Behind the Hero were his loyal comrades at arms, ready to fight with him until the end. 

"Young H'ro," said the gentle voice that once again reverberated in the entire hall. "As righteous as thee art, yet as dumb and pure unable to seeth the w'rld is altering. Thence shall at each moment beest evilness in this w'rld." 

[As righteous as you are, yet as dumb and pure unable to see the world is changing. There will always be evilness in this world.] 

"The lighteth shall shineth upon the humans of Arganta! Thee naughty demons art the bane of this w'rld!"

[The light will shine upon the people of Arganta! You wicked demons are the bane of this world!]

The 8-tired mage Asmon raised her hand. Glowing with a mesmerizing light, her hair and eyes radiated brightly, empowering her with her most extraordinary magic. 

"Demons?" 

The gentle voice mused. 

From the shadows, a handsome man with noble girth emerged. He had dark locks that reached the middle of his back, the fabric of his Alchemist clothing swaying with his relaxed strides as he stood far away from the Hero and his band, unperturbed by Asmon's magic. 

Yes, these people were all geniuses in their own field, known to be born once in an eon year and born for this day to support the Hero with respect and determination. Such beautiful fire burns in their eyes as they look at him. 

"Ye lot are truly the key to Arganta's peace and prosperity. This bow I present in admiration and honor of thy zeal." 

The Hero's party scrunched their face in disgust hearing such a blatant insult, and truly, this man just bowed to them with a mocking smile. How dare he!

"Die!" 

The Hero Kalhor made his first move with the support of his friends, shielding him as the others surrounded the man, who was standing still and unnaturally composed. 

"Wh're is Narii? bringeth h'r out!" 

"Is she a coward?!" 

"The lady hadst hath killed countless people isn't this unwont'd to backeth down?" [She had killed countless people. Isn't this unwonted to back down?]

The dark alchemist shook his head. "Mine own apologies, thou art not w'rthy to seeth our liege." [My apologies, you are not worthy to see our Liege.]

The man chuckled yet immediately paused as he sensed something, looking at the giant golden door behind him. "Oh, our Liege is done." 

A strong, authoritative voice filled the innermost chamber of the castle, commanding, "Depart this place, thee nuisance." 

The heavy aura of the blood-colored sky reached every corner of the battlefield, blanketing the landscape of mountains and territories, with the castle at its epicenter. 

The array greedily took in the battlefields with their dead armies and the rivers, lakes, and any other mass filled with blood. Never had they felt such a dreadful sensation in their lifetime. 

They were in a state of captivity and could not free themselves. 

The dark orb in her eyes narrowed, overlooking the entire land like a domineering villain. "Forsooth, my time hath come."

The strong current of her power keeps increasing and thicker, and she is gaining momentum. 

"A-absolutæ anientishment!" 

[A-Absolute Destruction!] 

Horrible! That is an absolutely abominable sight! Asmon's magic was canceled as she kneeled down. As a mage with a high aptitude for magic, her power is also being sucked by Absolute Destruction. The forbidden spell that no one knows about! 

But in doing so, aren't they trying to kill themselves? Do they hope they can survive this?! 

"Thee unorthodox people art out of their minds!" 

"Cease their leadeth'r."

Not being affected by Narii's magical powers, Kalhor assaulted the alchemist to gain access to Narii. Everyone in either place knows and realizes the severity of this spell. The amount of mana and its foreboding feeling were too hard to ignore. 

"All mages gath'r togeth'r! We wilt preventeth this catastrophe!" 

"Assembleth! Ev'ryone assembleth!" 

"It's too late!" 

One of them cried. Indeed, it's too late. They will all die here. 

This Absolute Destruction is formed before they break the array with their seals and gifts. 

"I, Narii, the Caretaker of the Parliaments, shall crusheth thee all!" 

The sound of her voice suggested that she was already gathering their corpses and determining their destiny. 

Kalhor, however, clenched his fist. A golden orb appeared on his chest. The Sun's Glory was a powerful gift and his last trick given to him. 

"Narii, I will stop you with everything I got! You will never succeed!" 

In the lowest mantle of the castle, Narii's eyes opened, looking at the ceiling as if she could see the Hero. Her eyes were emotionless, calm, and indifferent. 

"Alright." 

With a violent crash, the Absolute Destruction Array created shock waves reverberating throughout the plane. 

"Hero saves the world, and the villains are killed. Why is it always like that? Oh, aren't I the same? The end--Hahh. My last straw, eh?" 

The slender fingers trembled as the story ended with a period. 

Soon, a thud could be heard as the author's eyes turned dark. 

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A/N: Apologies. Please know that the language used, which comes from the olden days, is not 100% accurate nor I am a linguist