Multiverse's Holy Right

The illusory wings seemed to transform into the twilight of the Land of Shadows, illuminating the sky. In a single Planck time, they swept across the entire realm. The earth wailed, the heavens trembled, and an eerie sense of the world teetering on the brink of collapse pervaded the air.

Yet, this was ultimately Scáthach's domain—a divine kingdom that had transcended the world, reaching beyond its boundaries. Its resilience far surpassed what Aiwass could easily shatter in her current state.

"!!!!"

Even before Aiwass appeared, Scáthach's instincts had flared with vigilance. With a sixth sense surpassing time itself, she raised her magic spear to block Aiwass's attack. Had she not acted, allowing Aiwass to strike first, reversing causality might have been the only way to defend against it.

Within a Planck time, even Scáthach would have been unable to react.

"You've altered the laws of physics!"

With just one strike, Scáthach's Wisdom of Dún Scáith discerned the principle and method behind Aiwass's attack. But that was all. Understanding the attack's mechanics didn't guarantee a counter. At the very least, in terms of speed, Scáthach knew she couldn't match Aiwass, who had bypassed the very concept of velocity by rewriting the laws.

Scáthach had long known of the presence lurking behind Roy like a "guardian spirit." Now, as Aiwass fully manifested before her, Scáthach's warrior blood boiled once more. Her eyes surged with a tempestuous battle lust, the natural excitement and fervor of an eternal warrior who had spent a lifetime in combat upon encountering a formidable foe.

The wisdom gleaned from the abyss allowed Scáthach to perceive Aiwass's true nature. She was the embodiment of the "material world," a mystery born from the cosmic laws studied by science, a monster that no being from within this world could ever hope to defeat.

The world's interior was the "material world" where humans lived. Whether it was the planet's representative or the laws of alien stars, they were all fundamentally part of this "material world"—the "innards" of this enigmatic "spirit," subject to its manipulation.

In Scáthach's estimation, within this world, only a handful of beings—those few who had transcended the universe—could possibly overcome this "spirit." And to stand against it, one must have surpassed the world and reached beyond its outer limits.

But how many people in this world have reached the outer side? In Scáthach's memory, apart from the brief stay of a Magician, she was the only one who had ascended to this realm in human form. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had to survive here in loneliness, yearning for someone who could kill her yet finding none.

In other words, Aiwass was nearly invincible in this world!

However—

"I have no interest in you. As you are now, you're no match for me."

After glimpsing Aiwass's true nature, Scáthach suddenly lost all interest in her. The two existed in entirely different systems, and battling such a being would bring Scáthach no joy. What she longed for was the clash of fists and cold steel, the spray of blood, the wails of severed limbs—none of which Aiwass could provide.

Moreover, as stated, the current Aiwass stood no chance against Scáthach because she wasn't in her complete form.

According to the Kabbalistic theory of the Four Worlds, existence is divided into Atziluth (the Archetypal World), Briah (the Creative World), Yetzirah (the Formative World), and Assiah (the Material World). Though Aiwass was an angel of Assiah, her essence belonged to a higher spiritual plane—a being without physical form descending from above. To exert power in the Material World, she required a crucial medium: a 'physical body.' Yet Aiwass lacked one, and vessels capable of containing her were extraordinarily difficult to create.

Thus, Aiwass occupied an awkward position—revered yet powerless without a medium. One of Aleister's grand designs aimed precisely at crafting a body for Aiwass, enabling her to intervene in the Material World.

Scáthach, conversely, had ascended from the Material World toward higher planes—a being forged through relentless tempering of flesh. Though her spiritual rank paled before Aiwass's, in terms of manifest power, she far surpassed the currently restricted angel.

"Do you truly believe so, Scáthach, Queen of the Land of Shadows...? This place lies beyond the world's edge—no longer the Material World. Even if your realm operates by its rules, here even I can exert some measure of power, unlike in Assiah where I could only observe without influence."

Aiwass's tone remained emotionless, carrying incomprehensible distortions, devoid of the human-like inflections she'd used with Roy. Now she resembled a machine of pure principle.

Before Scáthach, she saw no need to display 'human' affectations—for human emotions were flawed. Only this mechanical state left no openings for the warrior queen to exploit.

"But as you are now, you cannot oppose me. If you seek battle, first secure a physical vessel to contain your existence!"

Scáthach's voice grew agitated, her grip on the demonic spear tightening and loosening repeatedly.

To have found such a promising seedling—one brimming with 'overflowing talent' like herself—only to discover this troublesome guardian attached to him...

The Holy Guardian Angel Aiwass now fully embodied her title.

"But you must admit, Scáthach! If my only goal was to protect him, you wouldn't be able to breach the 'Wall of Physics' I've erected."

Aiwass's voice seemed to drift from the distant horizon, carrying incomprehensible, chaotic syllables—some even Scáthach couldn't decipher. The wisdom gleaned from the abyss couldn't fully comprehend an existence born beyond its far shore.

"I have no intention of harming him. I believe I've made that abundantly clear."

Scáthach was not one to compromise. Even knowing Aiwass spoke the truth, she would never show a hint of cowardice or retreat. It had always been her who took the initiative to make others yield—never would she be the one to concede!

That she could speak to Aiwass in such a negotiating tone was already her limit, as well as a sign of respect toward such a lofty existence.

"Human words cannot be fully trusted. Spending time with a certain man has only deepened my understanding of their lies, deceit, and... their laughable failures. Of course, I must also acknowledge the brilliance of humanity—how they continue striving upward despite eternal defeat."

Aiwass's cold, mechanical voice unconsciously carried a mocking tone. Her derision was not directed at Roy, but at a certain man named Aleister Crowley.

Aiwass could tell Scathach truly had no intention of harming Roy, but that didn't mean there were no lies involved. The Abyss had granted Scathach the Wisdom of Dún Scáith, a wisdom even Aiwass couldn't penetrate to see her true heart. She couldn't take that gamble. If Roy were to die, she would have no choice but to return to the isolated island called Toaru, shrinking back into that tiny land with the other Magic Gods.

Having witnessed the beauty of the vast world, who would willingly return to a lonely island? Moreover, Aiwass didn't want Roy to die either—because he was an interesting man, someone she found herself reluctant to leave. The day he would raise the banner of rebellion against his own father... she was still waiting to see that scene unfold.

"One last thing—his body is nearing its limit. You don't have the ability to heal him. If you still refuse to step aside, then fight me here! And then, we can both watch him die together!"

Scáthach's voice was icy as she assumed a combat stance. She was the solitary queen, a queen who would never bow to anyone. Even if her wish was right before her eyes, if it required her to lower her proud head, she would abandon that wish and choose to fight instead.

Aiwass fell silent.

Scáthach was right. Roy had already pushed himself to the brink in the previous battles. Without treatment, all that awaited him was the withering of his mind and soul.

Even though she had regained some of her power in this world beyond, she still lacked the means to heal Roy.

Scáthach would never compromise, but Aiwass was not human. Though proud, she would choose to yield.

"As you wish..."

The figure of the Holy Guardian Angel vanished, once again taking possession of Roy's body.

Seeing this, Scáthach found it both amusing and exasperating—never had she imagined that one day she would defeat an enemy not with her spear, but with mere words.

For a moment, Scáthach's emotions were complex, unsure whether she should feel joy or sorrow.

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