A grim voice echoed in the Throne Room.
"It shouldn't be your match, Little Isa."
Laughter like silver bells emanated from the shadowy Eternal Night Curtain.
"You hold the fully unleashed Sacred Sword and possess the Protection of the Crimson Moon. Now, you can no longer be measured merely by the standard of a Throne."
"However, I did promise him I would hold you back, giving him a one-on-one opportunity with the Crimson Moon."
"Although I have no idea what makes him so confident to face the Crimson Moon now... since I promised him, I will absolutely fulfill this commitment."
"He takes promises and vows extremely seriously. If that weren't the case, he wouldn't favor that little girl who contracted the Sacred Spear so much."
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Hearing the Black Princess's words from within the nocturnal veil, Isadella frowned slightly.
A golden beam of sword light burst forth, slicing into the shadowy Eternal Night Curtain, only to be slowly devoured, stirring not even a ripple.
Isadella furrowed her delicate brows slightly.
She was certain that her recent strikes would have been difficult for even the Black Princess to endure. But if the one who wielded the Authority of Eternal Night and Secrecy was truly determined to hold her back, even at the cost of her own life, then even Isadella would be unable to break through the obstruction in a short time. She would be even less able to investigate the truth of that figure in the plaza, the one causing her heart to palpitate so.
Just then, Isadella heard Augutina's silvery laugh once again.
"Well then, mission accomplished. I'm going to make my escape and avoid facing your wrath... Little Isa."
The light laughter slowly faded.
Almost simultaneously, the gloomy darkness and shadows receded like a tide, as if they had never appeared.
Isadella's brows were tightly furrowed. She looked puzzledly in the direction Augutina had retreated, not quite understanding the purpose of being delayed.
As the Eternal Night Curtain dissipated, information from the outside world flowed back into the Throne Room.
Isadella's pupils contracted slightly.
From the plaza, the crowd's exclamations, far louder than before, reached her ears.
She looked up—only to see, in the distant sky...
A silver-white Fire Meteor streaked across the far reaches of the sky.
From high in the Astral Realm, it raced towards the sky over Camelot—visible within her Astral Vision—towards the vermillion moon hanging high above.
A few breaths later, the silver-white, streamlined projectile intersected with that blood-red Crimson Moon.
If the Sacred Spear, not yet fully unleashed, couldn't affect a true, original 'Moon'...
How would it fare before the radiance of the 'Sun'?
Shiayar's quiet words drifted in the upper atmosphere, unheard by anyone.
This was the ultimate trump card he had forged, exhausting all his wealth.
It was not like the 'Gustav Cannon', designed with Legendary creatures and Mythical Rank Pet Beasts as its hypothetical targets.
From its very inception, Shiayar's imagined adversary was not merely Legendary—it was an actual 'Fabled Creature'.
This was the first 'Anti-Fabled Weapon' created since the dawn of the Western Continent's magictech technology and Mechanic System.
Shiayar had envisioned many names for it.
Names like 'Marrow Explosion,' 'Void Zeroth Protection,' or even 'Fantasy Collapse' and 'Spirit Particles Fusion.'
But if only one term could most accurately describe this forbidden Magical Guided Weapon, the most destructive in history, then there was only one: "Nuclear Explosion."