Multiverse's Holy Right

The hand capable of "shattering the universe" revealed its true form before Scáthach. Though not large, to a warrior like her, it felt like facing a divine right hand vast enough to suppress all existence.

How long had it been—

That fear emanating from the depths of her body and soul, that trembling sensation of standing at death's threshold.

How many years had passed since she last felt this exhilaration, this terror that nearly drove her to the heights of ecstasy, nearly made her moan aloud?

It was the same fervor she had known as a mortal, when she clashed with gods, each battle a dance on the edge of life and death—the passion of a warrior, the understanding of mortality.

Fear was not shameful. Fear was not terrifying. Fear was humanity's greatest emotion. It was because of fear that humans survived, that they learned to seek advantage and avoid harm.

But this fear had vanished after Scáthach attained enlightenment, after she and her Shadow Land transcended the world, reaching beyond its boundaries. It became an emotion she could no longer recall, not even in memory.

She had thought her life held no further pursuits, that she could only quietly await the world's end. As a warrior, she could only grow through battles with formidable foes. Yet Scáthach, standing at the abyss's edge, had found no opponents in this world capable of fighting her.

Those few existences that have transcended the abyss have already surpassed it, while those who cannot even glimpse the edges of the abyss merely struggle to survive, drifting with the currents of this world. Scáthach, caught in this most awkward of positions, could only hone her Wisdom of Dún Scáith, standing alone beyond the boundaries of the world, coldly observing its changes.

Even if the planet were destroyed, even if humanity perished, none of it would affect Scáthach's true self, who resided beyond the world.

Neither the desperate prayers of people nor the lamentations of the planet could move her in the slightest. For someone who had already "graduated from the world," she was merely an observer—and could only ever be an observer.

She longed, she waited—for this world's final end, for the requiem of destruction to engulf even the world's outer boundaries. Only then would she finally be able to walk the path she had always been destined for—

I yearn for death!

But she need not wait that long. For upon that "Hand of All Miracles," she had glimpsed the end of her own demise.

One step, two steps, three steps—Scáthach's gaze was dazed as she walked toward Roy, toward that "right hand." Like a moth drawn to flame, she sought only to burn her own decaying husk, to let her consciousness sink into eternal oblivion.

Yet in the next moment, the Queen of the Land of Shadows regained her clarity. Her eyes gradually sharpened with resolve as she firmly refused:

"...No, this is not it. This is not the death I seek. The death I desire is one where someone defeats me at my full strength, making me willingly step into the final darkness."

"...O stranger from beyond, I have seen your power—the power to grant me death. But you have yet to fully master it. You cannot yet make me fight with all my might. I await, I anticipate, I bide my time—for the day you can engage me in battle, force me to unleash my full strength, and then slay me!"

Scáthach spoke with longing, as though declaring, "I await a great hero to come for me upon clouds of rainbow light," voicing a maiden's sentiment that few could comprehend.

The image of a certain blue-haired man in the Queen of Shadows' mind gradually faded, replaced by a silver-haired man drenched in blood.

That Child of Light had missed his only chance to "kill her" and "claim her"—back when the Queen of the Land of Shadows still dwelled within the world, unable to transcend, at the weakest moment of her life.

And now, as a heroic spirit of radiance, that Hound had forever lost that qualification.

Yet here, beyond the world—where Scáthach often lamented, "No one can kill me"—she had encountered such an inconceivable man.

If this was "fate," she wished for it to endure. If this was a "miracle," then even she, who had slain countless gods, would pray to the divine.

"You have stirred my excitement, ignited my passion! The warrior's soul cries out, the blood of battle boils! O stranger from beyond, bear well the responsibility of thrilling me, of granting me 'hope.' But this burden is not one you can shoulder yet—so—"

So, I will train you, teach you, nurture you, mold you into my life's greatest masterpiece, and then quietly die in your arms during our final battle.

"I await the day you kill me!!"

The solitary queen revealed a breathtaking smile, though the unsightly mask prevented Roy from fully appreciating its beauty.

"Who the hell cares if you die or not, you lunatic!! If you wanna die, just go kill yourself already—!!"

Roy, already teetering on the edge of sanity, roared in furious rage.

"Die already, Beast777! I shall surpass the evils of humanity!!"

Amidst his snarls and curses, Roy swung his Holy Right, unleashing a radiance that illuminated the entirety of the Shadow Land from that right hand.

"Apologies, but I've tried suicide before. Unfortunately, even that is beyond my reach."

Scathach chuckled lightly before her gaze sharpened, a glimmer of astonishment flashing in her wine-red eyes.

The Light of the Right took effect the moment Roy swung his hand, disregarding all concepts of time, space, causality, and fate.

As a master at the pinnacle of skill, Scathach could perceive the profound mystery hidden within that 'right hand' far more acutely than Marquis Voban or Athena.

Within the Light of the Right of the Holy Right, only two concepts existed: 'stronger' and 'weaker.' No matter how powerful the opponent, it would always surpass them. Once 'stronger' and 'weaker' were determined, the Light of the Right would strip away all factors of the enemy's victory, sealing their defeat.

"So this is the 'Miracle of Christianity'? If this were my full strength, even a 'temporary breakthrough' would only lead to my demise... But regrettably, I am not using my full power now. In the concept of 'stronger' and 'weaker,' I am the 'stronger' one."

"...This is indeed a 'right hand' capable of erasing me effortlessly. But as you are now, you cannot wield it properly!"

Gripping her twin spears, Scathach unleashed power far surpassing what she had shown in her battle with Roy, shaking the Shadow Realm to its core as if on the verge of collapse.

The earth trembled, shattered rocks floated weightlessly, and even the thick storm clouds above swirled into a terrifying vortex.

"Let me shatter your struggle!! Pierce! Impale!! Gáe Bolg Alternative!!"

Two crimson streaks converged into a single point, transforming into divine-slaying lightning that struck the golden giant hand on Roy's right shoulder.

Both spears struck the palm of the 'right hand' simultaneously. Time seemed to freeze for an instant. Roy's Holy Right, unable to determine Scathach's maximum output, was deemed the 'weaker' in the concept of 'stronger' and 'weaker,' dissolving into golden dust.

It was not that the mystery of the 'right hand' was inferior to Scathach's demonic spears—merely that its wielder could not yet glimpse the hem of Scathach's robes as she stood at the abyss's edge.

BOOM—!!

A scarlet radiance painted the sky, casting an illusory hue over the dark and lifeless Shadow Land. Roy, caught in the aftermath of the spears' explosion, finally succumbed to unconsciousness as darkness overtook his vision.

"Phew... It's been so long since I've experienced such an exhilarating battle. Though it still fell short in some ways, you've passed."

Scáthach gazed at Roy lying unconscious on the ground, her sharp eyes gradually softening.

She strode toward him with her powerful, slender legs when suddenly, a radiant wing of light emerged from the void, sweeping toward Scáthach.

"I won't allow you to kill him... If you wish to take his life, you'll have to try killing me first."

Amidst the chaotic noise, the Holy Guardian Angel Aiwass manifested before Roy's unconscious body. A halo of an angel shone above her head, while behind her, a pair of ethereal wings had unfurled!

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