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Divinities—beings of utmost power.

Their might is like a prison, having already surpassed the bounds of human comprehension.

Caenis, in myth, was not a god. Yet, having received the extraordinary favor of Poseidon, her spiritual foundation was constructed under an immensely elevated state.

She could no longer be classified merely as a Heroic Spirit…

Just by the Sea God’s blessing, she had ascended to the rank of a Divine Spirit, manifesting in the world with the scale of a Divine Servant!

The vast ocean was boundless, and at this moment, the wrath of the Sea God was laid bare for all to see.

A surging divine aura roared forth, bearing down upon Alaric.

Simply facing it was enough to feel overwhelming pressure—a chasm insurmountable for any human.

But that was only true for ordinary humans.

If one were unarmed, they might well collapse before this boundless sea—but who was it that Caenis now faced?

Alaric—a man, yes, but one who had crossed countless adventures; to him, this mere ocean—

Step. Step.

At the very moment the raging waves rose, the child of man took his first step toward conquering the sea.

In a flash, someone closed in on Caenis, and, under her shocked and furious gaze, spun and kicked straight at the shield in her hand!

Boom!

A vast, mountain-like force exploded forth. Even Caenis, strong as she was, could not instantly disperse this overwhelming strength and was sent flying backward.

Caenis’ feet drove straight into the street, stone shattering in her wake, until she crashed out of the borders of Moscow itself!

“You bastard!”

Face twisted in fury, Caenis regained her footing and immediately lunged at the rapidly approaching Alaric!

Leaping high from within Moscow, Alaric soared past its boundaries, laughing:

 “Show me the power of a Divine Servant, Caenis!”

Even if his opponent was a Divine Servant, Alaric still possessed the greater strength.

Crackle.

Mana surged beneath his feet, erupting in an instant and propelling Alaric forward, shattering the sound barrier. Shockwaves bloomed in rings above Moscow, slicing through the vast sky.

This allowed Alaric to once again close the gap before Caenis could approach, forcing her back to the ground!

Furious beyond measure, Caenis wasted no words and simply swung her divine spear at Alaric.

She was a warrior of unparalleled might, her martial prowess among the highest of all Servants!

The divine spear in her hand symbolized the Sea God’s authority—its name: Trident.

Yet facing this overwhelming assault, Alaric, already within striking range, went a step further—he raised a single hand, attempting to meet the Trident head-on!

He never drew his sword. Relying solely on his bare hands, he fought Caenis, who wielded the divine spear!

Their clash had already surpassed the limits of human vision—fist against spear.

Though it was mere flesh and blood colliding with divine metal, the sound was like blades of steel clashing.

With every exchange, wild waves surged, countless snow and ice swept up and trembling.

It was a battle that defied human understanding. Even Kadoc and Anastasia, watching from Moscow, fell silent.

Although Anastasia was not incapable of joining, it was Kadoc who felt a chill in his soul.

He could tell: neither Caenis nor Alaric had yet revealed their full strength.

How powerful could these two monsters truly be?

Caenis, as a Divine Servant, was understandable. As a Servant of Kirschtaria, her might was legendary, both in myth and now, proven without doubt.

But aside from Caenis, whose exploits were storied—what about this unknown Alaric?

“Is that guy really human?” Kadoc stared in frustration at the outskirts of Moscow, where the battle continued beyond his sight. Even the mere aftershocks had wrought astonishing destruction in the area.

To have fought Caenis, a Divine Servant, to this point, Alaric’s strength was already proven.

Yet it was this proof that left Kadoc bewildered.

Alaric was not like Kirschtaria, who relied on special circumstances to gain power rivaling the gods. Instead, he had achieved ultimate strength by his own means, able to display it no matter the environment.

‘This guy—he can’t really be human!’

Kadoc’s confusion was perhaps only understood by Anastasia at his side, but at this moment, they had no heart for conversation.

To Anastasia, the battle outside Moscow was a dance of demons.

At the same time, after dozens—hundreds—of exchanges, a cold, clear sword light blossomed quietly amidst the storm of spears.

If Caenis at this moment was a raging sea, then Alaric was the one who tore the ocean asunder!

An astonishing battle erupted.

This was unlike Alaric’s previous fight with Anastasia—this was a more primal, ferocious war of the Age of Gods!

One, blessed by the Sea God. The other, an unnamed knight famed for slaying gods!

Their grand, sweeping attacks gave rise to boundless, unnatural phenomena—a scene of terror beyond human comprehension.

Brilliant white sword energy swept in all directions, rending sky and earth alike.

In but an instant, sword scars like great chasms were carved into the outskirts of Moscow!

Rumble rumble rumble!!

It was a scene like a natural disaster. If the Yaga people were to endure, today would be a day of hell for them.

Legend would say: the sword split the sky, and the sea swallowed the earth.

Caenis, ever more enraged, wielded her divine spear to desperately defend herself, but even as a godly being, she could not gain the slightest advantage against this swordsman who had already reached the realm of the divine!

After a brief yet endless battle, Caenis landed lightly upon the ground, eyes narrowing. Just four steps away—barely outside the range of her spear.

The knight’s sword in Alaric’s hand had, at some point, changed.

Not in refinement or mystery, but simply in form; in Caenis’ eyes, it was still an ordinary human sword.

It should have meant nothing for the battle.

It should have.

Alarms blared in Caenis’ mind as the knight raised his sword in a stance—she sensed something was wrong.

But it was already too late!

It was an inescapable strike!

“Secret Sword—Swallow Returns.”

Calmly, the knight softly intoned the name of his mystic blade, and in that instant, swung the drying pole in his hand—within the range of several feet, Caenis was caught!

Buzz.

As the sword light blossomed, daylight dimmed.

One arc. Two arcs. Three arcs—

Three crescent slashes appeared at the exact same moment, sealing off all of Caenis’ retreat. No matter how she defended, she could not completely evade this mystic sword certain to slay even a flying swallow!