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It wasn't destruction, nor erosion, but rather, literally, the land, mountains, and even space itself that constituted Britain were torn apart piece by piece like biscuits and swallowed into that bottomless maw made of pure "emptiness"! With each "chew," a terrifying roar, like the lament of a planet, came from below, as if the foundation of the continent was being forcibly torn apart and peeled away!

From the Nautilus's vantage point, it's clear that the map of the British continent is "disappearing" at a visible speed! Huge, bottomless black fissures are spreading and expanding rapidly across the continent's surface like scars! Hundreds of millions of tons of landmasses are crumbling apart like fragile eggshells, revealing the churning, otherworldly darkness beneath!

The inhabitants of the fairy kingdom, who had just narrowly escaped the clutches of Kornunus and the four calamities and were still in shock, didn't even have time to utter a desperate cry before they, along with the land beneath their feet, were swallowed by the enormous fissure and plunged into an eternal abyss of nothingness. The rumbling of shattering tectonic plates, the sticky sounds of giant worms chewing, and the silent yet incredibly clear process of "disappearance" intertwined to create a chilling, apocalyptic symphony.

"The pleasantries... should be over soon." Oberon Vortigern's voice returned to that unsettling, script-reading tone. "Now, let my 'big guy' entertain you all properly."

He spread his insect-like wings, raised his arms as if embracing this crumbling world, and chanted blasphemous, demise-declaring words of power:

[The curtain of night, the lark of dawn.]

Like a rotting... dream ending.

Bear this...chaotic twilight!

[Falling together with...that other side—]

【【Nega Camelot】！！】】

The true name of the Noble Phantasm is liberated!

This is Oberon Vortigern, born in the Fairy Kingdom and embodying all desires for destruction. His true form and ultimate method are manifested as the 'Hollow Worm,' an abomination against the laws of this world, the true form of the demonic dragon Vortigern who destroys nations! With its mouth and esophagus, which are like giant mixers leading to absolute nothingness, it swallows and churns the entire world, dragging it into the depths of 'Abyss,' a place devoid of any light, hope, or meaning of existence!

This is not an attack intended to "kill" the target.

Rather, it is a one-way ticket to another world, a ticket to "exile" and "dissolve" the target into absolute "nothingness," causing it to experience an endless fall until even its existence itself is completely forgotten!

At Vortigern's command, the Naraku worm that was devouring the continent suddenly stopped moving. Its massive body slowly rose up, like a predator that had spotted new prey, and aimed its indescribably huge "head," which churned with darkness that devoured everything, at the Nautilus hovering in mid-air!

Beneath its gaping maw, which resembled the abyss itself, the Nautilus, once a crystallization of human wisdom and a vessel of last hope, was so small... truly like an insignificant flying ant.

"Don't even think about succeeding—!!!"

The first to react, Senji Muramasa, had a desperate glint in his eyes! Ignoring the weakness and injuries of his spirit body, he transformed into a streak of crimson light, his katana gathering the final edge to sever cause and effect, and he slashed at Oberon Vortigern's true form, who was guiding the Naraku Insects!

however--

"Don't even think about... causing trouble~"

Sherlock Vortigern's voice, tinged with feigned apology, rang out leisurely.

He merely raised his finger slightly.

laugh!laugh!laugh!

Several black blades, their edges flowing with a viscous darkness, seemingly formed from cracks in space itself, appeared out of nowhere around Senji's path as he charged forward, in an instant before he could even make any move to dodge—

Penetrate!

"Cough... Ugh—!!"

Senji Muramasa's body stiffened abruptly, his charge halted abruptly! Fiery spiritual blood, like a punctured balloon, gushed from several hideous wounds, blooming into a poignant and fleeting flower of light in the air.

“I can only ask you to… ‘exit’ for now. Senji Muramasa—” Sherlock Vortigern smiled and gently beckoned with his finger.

The black blade that had pierced Muramasa's body was suddenly pulled out and vanished, while at the same time an invisible force slammed into him!

"grandfather--!!!!"

Ritsuka's bloodshot roar echoed across the bridge!

She watched helplessly as Senji Muramasa's powerless figure was flung away like a kite with a broken string, tracing a desperate arc as it plummeted straight down into the abyss of the unfathomable, churning void and darkness that had just been devoured by the Naraku Insects!

"Do not--!!!"

The shouts were drowned out by an even more violent buzzing and the sound of space being torn apart.

The giant mouth of the Naraku Insect has already closed.

It is not a physical swallowing, but a spatial displacement and envelopment.

My vision was instantly swallowed up by an endless, thick, inky darkness.

The Nautilus seemed to have fallen into a strange space devoid of up, down, left, right, and the concept of time. Instead of the fleshy interior of insects, it was a constantly descending, "empty" passage composed of pure gravity and the concept of negation. Powerful, directional pressures pressed in from all directions, causing the ship to groan under the strain, and the light of its protective barriers flickered in the darkness like a candle in the wind.

Inside the ship, Ritsuka, Mashu, Morgan, Liliana, and the others also felt that despairing sense of "falling" and the ever-increasing pressure. It was as if every cell, every wisp of magic, and even every strand of consciousness was being slowly ground and stripped away by an invisible millstone. If this fall continued, it wouldn't be long before not only their bodies, but also their souls and existence themselves would be completely crushed and reduced to nothingness by the gravity of this abyss.

A chaotic twilight, a mocking black wind, nameless insects falling, and... oneself falling endlessly, seemingly without end.

This is the ultimate drama born for the sake of "destruction" itself.

The stage is a one-way street leading to absolute nothingness.

Meanwhile, the director and audience member, Vortigern, is leisurely "enjoying" the prey's final struggle with two completely different yet essentially the same attitude.

Sherlock and Oberon's voices overlapped, echoing clearly in the descending darkness with a nauseating anticipation and pleasure:

"Come on... struggle, wail, use your last strength..."

"Let me see if your dying 'performance' can serve as the prelude to my final script..."

"...What 'interesting' colors should we add?" [A bottomless sky, an empty life.]

Joy will lose its value by tomorrow, and pain will be forgotten by yesterday.

Beauty is always predicated on ugliness, and ugliness is rooted in beauty.

[...It's truly laughable.]

Do you... really believe that there's some kind of "inner" essence to life?

Ah, please tell me, Blanca…

Is your story... satisfying?

Looking at these two "beings" who had completely torn off their disguises and revealed their hideous true nature, the air seemed to solidify into heavy lead blocks, pressing down on everyone's chests and making them feel suffocated.

He was once a dashing, elegant fairy prince, seemingly embodying all the dreams and beauty of the Autumn Forest—Oberon. Now, beneath that gleaming exterior lies a twisted monster, covered in ominous black armor, radiating the chill of the abyss! His once-praised hair, now jet black, resembles the most filthy sludge from a sewer, utterly repulsive.

Beside him, the man who once presented himself as the shrewd businessman "Sherlock" had long since shed his refined facade. Beneath his suit and tie, a thick, black liquid flowed and dripped continuously, emitting a pungent stench that seemed to be a mixture of rust and decay.

This is Voodoo.

In the broader history of humankind, he was one of the main culprits that dragged British civilization into the abyss of destruction.

In stark contrast to the "Red Dragon," which symbolizes sincerity, protection, and the future, this treacherous and cunning "White Dragon" is more inclined towards pure ugliness, chaos, and... a denial of the value of all existence.

"So...that's how it is!" Ritsuka stared intently at Oberon Vortigern, her voice trembling with anger and sudden realization. "You kept disappearing without a trace...you weren't gathering any intelligence! You were hiding! Hiding from Sylph's [Disguised Hunter]! Her abilities can see through your disguise!"

“Exactly!” Oberon Vortigern let out a grating, insect-like laugh, his tone filled with disgust and impatience. “That damned cicada demon! Time and time again, she ruins my plans! If it weren’t for her hateful eyes, my plans could have progressed much sooner and more perfectly! But now…”

His empty eye sockets swept over the crowd with a cruel pleasure.

"Without that meddlesome cicada, what can you... do to me?"

"All of this—the false peace, the tedious ties, the ridiculous mission, and you struggling insects—"

"I'm absolutely... fed up with it all!"

"Damn bug—!!" Morgan roared like a long-suppressed volcano erupting, his purple eyes almost spewing flames of destruction. "You dare...you dared to kill Caster! This matter cannot be left like this!!"

“Oh? Is that so?” Sherlock Vortigern pushed up his monocle, a cold smile curving his lips as if he were assessing a product. “Then, dear queens, why don’t you… take a good look at your current ‘situation’? See what kind of ‘transformation’ this island you once tried to protect is undergoing.”

"Everyone! Look down! Britain... Britain is being...!!" Mashu's terrified shouts were almost distorted.

Everyone suddenly turned their gaze to the observation screen and the outside of the porthole.

The scene was terrifying.

A colossal worm, so enormous it defies description, seemingly a moving continent in itself, swirling and twisting in a form between insect and nothingness, hovers over the British Isles! Its translucent body, seemingly churning with endless darkness within, slowly writhes, like the most voracious termite, devouring the continent below!

Yes, gnawing!

It wasn't destruction, nor erosion, but rather, literally, the land, mountains, and even space itself that constituted Britain were torn apart piece by piece like biscuits and swallowed into that bottomless maw made of pure "emptiness"! With each "chew," a terrifying roar, like the lament of a planet, came from below, as if the foundation of the continent was being forcibly torn apart and peeled away!

From the Nautilus's vantage point, it's clear that the map of the British continent is "disappearing" at a visible speed! Huge, bottomless black fissures are spreading and expanding rapidly across the continent's surface like scars! Hundreds of millions of tons of landmasses are crumbling apart like fragile eggshells, revealing the churning, otherworldly darkness beneath!

The inhabitants of the fairy kingdom, who had just narrowly escaped the clutches of Kornunus and the four calamities and were still in shock, didn't even have time to utter a desperate cry before they, along with the land beneath their feet, were swallowed by the enormous fissure and plunged into an eternal abyss of nothingness. The rumbling of shattering tectonic plates, the sticky sounds of giant worms chewing, and the silent yet incredibly clear process of "disappearance" intertwined to create a chilling, apocalyptic symphony.

"The pleasantries... should be over soon." Oberon Vortigern's voice returned to that unsettling, script-reading tone. "Now, let my 'big guy' entertain you all properly."

He spread his insect-like wings, raised his arms as if embracing this crumbling world, and chanted blasphemous, demise-declaring words of power:

[The curtain of night, the lark of dawn.]

Like a rotting... dream ending.

Bear this...chaotic twilight!

[Falling together with...that other side—]

【【Nega Camelot】！！】】

The true name of the Noble Phantasm is liberated!

This is Oberon Vortigern, born in the Fairy Kingdom and embodying all desires for destruction. His true form and ultimate method are manifested as the 'Hollow Worm,' an abomination against the laws of this world, the true form of the demonic dragon Vortigern who destroys nations! With its mouth and esophagus, which are like giant mixers leading to absolute nothingness, it swallows and churns the entire world, dragging it into the depths of 'Abyss,' a place devoid of any light, hope, or meaning of existence!

This is not an attack intended to "kill" the target.

Rather, it is a one-way ticket to another world, a ticket to "exile" and "dissolve" the target into absolute "nothingness," causing it to experience an endless fall until even its existence itself is completely forgotten!

At Vortigern's command, the Naraku worm that was devouring the continent suddenly stopped moving. Its massive body slowly rose up, like a predator that had spotted new prey, and aimed its indescribably huge "head," which churned with darkness that devoured everything, at the Nautilus hovering in mid-air!

Beneath its gaping maw, which resembled the abyss itself, the Nautilus, once a crystallization of human wisdom and a vessel of last hope, was so small... truly like an insignificant flying ant.

"Don't even think about succeeding—!!!"

The first to react, Senji Muramasa, had a desperate glint in his eyes! Ignoring the weakness and injuries of his spirit body, he transformed into a streak of crimson light, his katana gathering the final edge to sever cause and effect, and he slashed at Oberon Vortigern's true form, who was guiding the Naraku Insects!

however--

"Don't even think about... causing trouble~"

Sherlock Vortigern's voice, tinged with feigned apology, rang out leisurely.

He merely raised his finger slightly.

laugh!laugh!laugh!

Several black blades, their edges flowing with a viscous darkness, seemingly formed from cracks in space itself, appeared out of nowhere around Senji's path as he charged forward, in an instant before he could even make any move to dodge—

Penetrate!

"Cough... Ugh—!!"

Senji Muramasa's body stiffened abruptly, his charge halted abruptly! Fiery spiritual blood, like a punctured balloon, gushed from several hideous wounds, blooming into a poignant and fleeting flower of light in the air.

“I can only ask you to… ‘exit’ for now. Senji Muramasa—” Sherlock Vortigern smiled and gently beckoned with his finger.