Miracle Summoner

Bedivere once said that before pulling the Sword of Selection and choosing to become king, King Arthur had already known her fate.

"Before you take up that thing, think carefully. Once you wield that sword, you will cease to be human until the very end. You will be hated by all and ultimately meet a tragic death."

These were the words of the court mage, Merlin, to King Arthur before the sword was drawn from the stone.

Thus, from the very beginning, King Arthur had already known her fate—her doom, the final downfall of the kingdom.

Merlin even showed Arthur a prophecy, allowing her to witness the future of Britain under her rule. Arthur watched the nation and herself—

Including that miserable death upon the Hill of Camlann.

Given this, Arthur could have chosen to give up from the start, to refuse the throne and live a happy life as a mere human.

Yet, in the end, Arthur still chose to pull the sword from the stone.

Not only because abandoning it would mean Britain's decline would continue, leaving its people in suffering—

But also because, in that glimpse of the future, Arthur saw something.

She saw people smiling.

And so, Arthur believed—without a doubt—that her choice was the right one.

Thus, Arthur took the sword without hesitation, becoming the legendary King of Britain.

This past—Artoria [Alter] had never forgotten.

"Even if I, who have fallen into darkness, am no longer worthy to say this, I have always remembered—I became king because of everyone's smiles."

Artoria [Alter] pointed the jet-black holy sword at Artoria and spoke.

"And your choice—has it brought smiles to the people?"

"Answer me."

"King Arthur."

With these words, Artoria [Alter] launched a direct counterattack against the deity before them.

A counterattack far exceeding the strength of Artoria's previous blow.

This time, Artoria fell into silence.

Perhaps, Artoria [Alter]'s words had pierced her heart.

That distant past—Artoria had indeed forgotten it.

Now, faced with an existence that also originated from King Arthur, she could not help but be affected.

However, this disturbance within her heart soon settled.

"I was already prepared for this."

Before she knew it, Artoria murmured.

"I am no longer King Arthur. I am no longer the Artoria Pendragon of the past."

Over countless years, Artoria had fully ascended to divinity, severing herself from her former human self.

Thus, memories of her mortal life had long faded, her ideals as a king forgotten.

All that remained was the sacred lance in her hand and the omniscient gaze of a god who had seen all.

For this reason, Artoria abandoned the name of King Arthur and declared herself the Lion King—

Because she knew better than anyone else that she was no longer Arthur. No longer Artoria Pendragon.

If there was a name for her now—

It was the name of a goddess.

Rhongomyniad.

"Since I have ascended as a spirit of the heavens, I am now everything."

Artoria declared.

"As the Lord of the End, I shall leave humanity with one final flame. This is the choice I have made as a god."

As those words fell—

Boom—

Suddenly, the entire world trembled.

"What...!?"

Everyone present was instantly shocked.

And in that moment, an anomaly unfolded.

Whoosh—

The wind began to howl.

Without warning, without any visible cause, an unseen wind arose and filled the space.

"No—!"

Sensing this wind, Artoria [Alter]'s expression finally changed.

Not only her—Rozen's face changed as well.

In that instant, Rozen's Mind's Eye perceived an unimaginable sight.

The world was peeling away.

This was no metaphor.

Through Rozen's Mind's Eye, he saw it clearly—at a microscopic level, everything was vanishing at an incredible speed, as if the world's surface was being stripped away, leaving behind nothing but emptiness.

Rozen understood all too well what this meant.

"The Holy Lance has activated."

Radiance erupted behind Artoria, swallowing the surroundings.

Whoosh—

At the same moment, with the Holy City as its center, an unseen wind surged across the land at astonishing speed, sending ripples through the world.

These were not ordinary ripples.

They were ripples upon the very fabric of existence itself.

Where the ripples passed, all things—

The earth.

The sky.

And of course—life itself.

Everything vanished without a trace, as if stripped away.

Beep—Beep—Beep—Beep—

Inside Chaldea, red alarm lights flashed, and emergency sirens blared.

In the Central Control Room, engineers and technicians scrambled, shouting frantically—

"Anomalous values detected at the Singularity!"

"The Singularity's existence has become unstable!"

"Observation values are fluctuating!"

"Radar scans are failing!"

"This—this reading—what does it even mean…!?"

Voices filled with panic echoed through the room.

"What is happening…!?"

From her command seat, Olga Marie screamed, equally frantic.

"This reading… could it be—!?"

Da Vinci, seated at a console, rapidly manipulated the controls, staring wide-eyed at the data on screen.

Beside her, Roman fixed his gaze on the Singularity's display, took a deep breath, and spoke in a low voice—

"The Tower of the End has been summoned."

That was the situation.

The Tower of the End had been called forth.

The Holy City had transformed into a tower, radiating an overwhelming light.

And along with its arrival—

The End of the World had begun to manifest.

If left unchecked, the storm of destruction would soon consume the Singularity, leading to its collapse.

Human history would suffer an irreversible void, and the very foundation of civilization—would be undone.

The Final Flame Plan of the goddess Rhongomyniad had entered its final stage.

"So it's come to this after all?"

Jeanne [Alter], still engulfed in flames, clicked her tongue as she looked up at the blinding light.

"Rozen-sama!"

Hassan of Serenity cut down a Holy Knight, then turned toward the Castle, unable to conceal the worry in her gaze.

"What is that…?"

"Gods above…!"

"What is happening!?"

The Mountain People also beheld the sight in shock, their faces frozen in fear.

The storm of the world's end raged upon the land.

Bit by bit, it peeled away the surface of existence itself.