[107] Mommy?

In this moment of utter helplessness, in this darkest hour of despair, the Lord of Cinder emerged from the deep shadows. His pitch-black armor was like a sinister vortex, drawing the gaze of everyone present.

The silver hair on his forehead gleamed in the cool breeze of the realm of the dead, a few strands falling over his iron-gray eyes filled with affection and pity. His captivating face, with a melancholic gaze like that of a deity, suddenly seized everyone's hearts.

In an instant, the tense Underworld became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stood trembling, paralyzed. The golden dagger slipped from her unsteady grip, clattering to the ground.

Tears streamed down the red-haired girl's face as she finally let out the sobs she'd been holding back. She wiped her cheeks, her tears mingling with the blood, tasting salty and bitter.

"Alvin..."

Holding the curled-up Melusine in his arms, Alvin stood in front of Oberon.

Alvin reached out and gently ruffled his father's black hair, smiling warmly at him.

"Well done, old man."

Oberon Vortigern stood there, nearly dazed.

He stared at the silver-haired youth before him, tears slowly trickling from his eyes.

"Is it really you, Alvin...?"

"It's me."

Oberon wiped his tears, forcing a crooked smile.

"Y-Your face is so disgusting that it makes me want to throw up."

"???"

"He's lying! Oberon is always a liar!"

Despite the pain in her leg, Fujimaru Ritsuka stumbled over, panting heavily as she pressed Oberon's shoulder, trying to explain.

"Alvin, what is your relationship with Oberon...?"

*ROOOOAR*

Boom!

A massive beam of dark light burst forth from behind the silver-haired youth, even the cold air of the Underworld being driven back by the violent waves.

"Alvin, watch out!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka dove, tackling Oberon to the ground, her face filled with alarm.

Melusine, nestled in Alvin's arms, slowly lifted her delicate face.

"Daddy, should I get down?"

"No need, Daddy can handle this with one hand."

The dark knight smiled at his daughter, raising his right hand without turning back.

Hum...

The terrifying aura of destruction surged outwards.

But... it made no headway.

In the shocked and trembling eyes of everyone present...

The monstrous dragon form of the Beast of Regression, Tiamat, unleashed a full-force dark purple beam.

And the black knight casually stopped it with just one hand.

As shadows, vast like a chaotic tide, swept through the Underworld, engulfing Tiamat's beam.

Alvin suddenly closed his fingers together.

With the ease of extinguishing a candle flame.

Sss...

He extinguished Tiamat's beam in the palm of his hand.

What the fuck?!

The word that surfaced in the minds of all the people and goddesses present, was a simple, yet intense expression of shock.

"???"

The pink eyes of the Beast of Regression seemed dazed, unable to comprehend the situation, her majestic dragon body momentarily frozen.

Oberon looked up, staring at the silver-haired youth's heroic figure in a daze.

Really, my son has grown so capable...

Witnessing this scene, Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration, longing, and hope.

Alvin! Alvin! Alvin!

Indeed... Alvin is invincible!

When back to Chaldea, I'll definitely summon you, and make you my sleeping pillow!

Ishtar and Ereshkigal exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock reflected in each other's eyes.

Gilgamesh, climbing out of the ruins, could only gape at the scene, even as the King of Uruk.

"Such strength... Facing Tiamat head-on, it's almost unbelievable."

"Who is this? Is he a Servant summoned by the Counter Force, coming to our aid?"

"A Grand Servant, perhaps?! No, not even a Grand Servant could be this powerful! I qualify as a Grand Caster myself, could he be a divine spirit?!"

"Alvin Pendragon... He called himself the son of the White Dragon? What is his connection to that King of Knight?"

While the group from Uruk was filled with confusion, the staff in Chaldea's command center, watching through the spiritual screen, were ecstatic and overjoyed, erupting into waves of cheers.

"Oh for Root sake, Alvin!"

"The son of the White Dragon... He came himself."

"Great, everything's solved!"

"With Alvin here, the seventh singularity is secured, even Tiamat is no longer a threat!"

The name Alvin Pendragon brought immense reassurance to Chaldea.

Indeed, Ritsuka's decision to form a bond with him during the events in Londinium was absolutely right. Moreover, the truth about Oberon, the Faerie King summoned with all her resources, was finally revealed: he was Alvin's father, the vile king Vortigern?!

How did Vortigern end up like this?

Everyone was still puzzled by the confusing relationships, but one thing was clear...

"Victory! Break out the champagne!"

Even though Tiamat was still present, she was no match for Alvin!

Alvin's willingness to intervene might also mean invaluable support against the Demon God King Goetia in the future.

"Phew..."

Watching the silver-haired youth on the screen, Romani Archaman collapsed into his chair, letting out a sigh of relief.

During the battle in Londinium, Chaldea's communication was disrupted. This was his first time seeing Alvin's true form.

For some reason, seeing Alvin in the Underworld stirred a strange familiarity in Romani's heart.

...So familiar.

As if he was an old acquaintance.

Romani Archaman struggled to recall where he might have seen this Alvin before... yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.

Was it... just his imagination?

Alvin was the son of the White Dragon of Britain, how could he have met him... Neither Solomon's past nor his life as Romani Archaman could possibly include such an encounter.

Sensing an odd dissonance, Romani slowly furrowed his brow.

Beside him, another person whose excitement was fading into concern was Da Vinci.

"Doctor, why is it this Alvin who came to the rescue?" Da Vinci seemed hesitant to speak, "Especially since he..."

"...Especially since he, alone, would never reconcile with the Counter Force."

Staring at the figure on the screen, Romani muttered in a daze.

"The Counter Force killed his father.

"And he... he punched a hole through the inner sea of the planet."

"So..." Da Vinci's wrist trembled suddenly, "His descent has nothing to do with the Counter Force?!"

"Something wrong, very wrong..."

Romani rubbed his temples.

"Tiamat has manifested as a Beast. According to the Counter Force's rules, a Grand Servant should descend at Uruk's singularity to help Ritsuka defeat her.

"Yet, aside from Gilgamesh and the Servants summoned by the Holy Grail, like Ushiwakamaru and Leonidas, we haven't seen any Grand Servants.

"If Alvin hadn't shown up, Oberon and Ritsuka would be dead.

"Have they... lost heart?

"After the battle in Londinium, have the Grand Servants decided not to help human order anymore?"

...

Standing beyond the confines of the Underworld, at what seemed like an infinite height.

Through the ethereal clouds, a ghostly figure in armor, its eye sockets glowing with spectral fire, gazed down silently at the fierce battle in Uruk's Underworld.

A white bird, wings spread wide, emanating a sacred glow, gently landed on the Old Man of the Mountain's shoulder, cooing like a dove.

"So, you refuse to descend, my child?"

"My Lord..."

King Hassan slowly raised his hand, allowing the white dove to perch on his palm, where it began to nibble on a few delicious fries.

"I am... deeply perplexed."

"Confusion is part of the path to enlightenment, an inevitable taste."

"The title of Grand is not what I seek. Spreading Your glory is my true destiny. Moreover, with the Counter Force manipulating this world as it pleases, what need is there to save humanity?"

"Then why did you provide guidance to Fujimaru Ritsuka as Ziusudra?"

"Humanity is flawed, yet humans are innocent, my Lord." King Hassan's voice was deep and obscure. "The Counter Force deliberately holds this world hostage to command us Servants. Chaldea, the supposed agency for saving humanity, has become nothing more than a tool for the Counter Force."

The white dove contentedly swallowed another fry, offering its own insight.

"So, have you lost hope because you realized you were being manipulated? Betrayal and manipulation are part of the process. True salvation is a genuine achievement! If you still possess compassion, my child, go forth and save, whether one person or all of humanity, it is your gospel to spread!"

King Hassan remained silent for a long time.

He gazed into the Underworld, witnessing Oberon's self-sacrificial liberation and Fujimaru Ritsuka's resolve to sacrifice herself.

This Grand Assassin slowly prepared to take a step forward.

But suddenly, he paused.

Then... his steps slowly retracted.

"It seems... a bit late, my Lord," King Hassan said, somewhat bewildered. "Perhaps, my intervention is no longer needed."

The dove's gaze shifted towards the silver-haired youth, who reached out from the spiral void and grasped the Holy Grail.

"This is bad."

"...What do you mean, my Lord? With His personal intervention, surely things will be resolved."

"His existence should not so easily descend from his throne..."

The spectral fire in the Old Man of the Mountain's eye sockets flickered violently.

"You mean to say..."

The white dove slowly turned its gaze to its loyal Assassin, eyes filled with love and, at the same time, a hint of regret.

"Your hesitation and doubt were anticipated by the Counter Force, you were outmaneuvered, my child."

"..."

The Azrael in King Hassan's hand rang out fiercely. He raised his foot, ready to head towards the Underworld of Uruk immediately.

The dove gently shook its head.

"It's too late. Once things are settled, go and remind him again."

The sacred dove lifted its gaze higher, looking towards the skies, beyond the Throne of Heroes, into the drifting chaos.

...

Clad in pitch-black armor, a silver-haired youth with a stoic expression slowly emerged from the boundaries of chaos, his gaze fixed on the Throne of Vitality and Preservation.

He stepped forward, heading toward his seat.

Beside the silver-haired youth, on a blood-soaked battlefield.

A black-haired youth, resting atop a mound of skulls, slowly opened his deep ocher eyes.

Blood surged and swirled around him, and crimson armor formed instantaneously over his body. Kratos stood up, expressionless, blocking Alvin's path.

Alvin tilted his head slightly, a look of puzzled curiosity crossing his handsome face. "I'm back, Kratos."

"You haven't returned."

"What are you saying-"

Alvin's words were cut short.

Crack...

In an instant, Kratos twisted the silver-haired youth's head off with a swift motion.

The black-haired youth grinned, a ferocious smile spreading across his face as he exhaled a plume of crimson mist, casually tossing the severed head aside like garbage.

"Alvin wouldn't be so weak as to let me twist his head off so easily."

As Kratos's words fell silent, the headless body showed no signs of bleeding.

Only a putrid stench began to emanate from the chaos.

From Alvin's severed neck, warty growths began to wriggle and swell, regenerating a new head. The black armor cracked and fell away, revealing large, festering sores on the silver-haired youth's body, resembling disease and plague.

At the same time.

From the edge of chaos, thousands of Alvins emerged, their grotesque forms bloated with fat, and their ruptured sores oozing filthy pus.

They faced Kratos.

On their hideous faces, a sinister smile spread.

"Buboes, phlegm, blood and guts!"

The raspy voices layered upon each other, echoing around them.

"Kratos, why not... join our benevolent embrace?"

"You maggots are only fit to burn in the sewers!"

Kratos spread his arms wide.

The ground of this chaotic realm trembled and cracked.

Thick, crimson blood surged from the fissures, flooding the land.

Like a throne of piled bones, it rose up, enveloping Kratos as he took his seat.

"My warriors...

"Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne.

"I bless you with the light of courage and victory.

"Tear off Nurgle's head for me!"

Countless Spartan warriors rose from the blood-drenched sea, charging at the army of decay and pestilence.

In the midst of the swirling chaos.

Kratos sat upon his throne, dark clouds gathered above him, and golden lightning crackled within them, violently striking down.

The phantoms of the Olympian gods began to appear behind him.

When Chaos God Khorne birthed by this planet clashed fiercely with Nurgle's army and the corrupted Counter Guardians.

On the pitch-black throne.

The entwined greenery wilted slightly, withering, tainted with a touch of rot...

...

"Ritsuka! Ritsuka!!!"

The control center at Chaldea was in an uproar as the spirit particle detector's readings skyrocketed, triggering intense alarms. Romani's voice was frantic as he shouted into the comms.

"The Grand Servants, disillusioned with humanity, might have forsaken the battle against the Beasts! Therefore, Alvin is not a Servant summoned by the Counter Force!

"The one standing before you...

"Is... Beast of Preservation, inadvertently summoned by Oberon's Noble Phantasm!"

Upon hearing Romani's urgent cries through the holographic screen, Ritsuka Fujimaru remained calm.

Alvin's gray eyes lowered slightly, his serene expression unchanging.

The gathered goddesses and humans trembled visibly.

Ereshkigal, Ishtar, and Gilgamesh.

Their gazes toward the silver-haired youth were filled with a mix of overwhelming fear and growing hostility.

They couldn't help but fear.

Another... Beast.

One Tiamat was already threatening to annihilate Uruk. Now, another Beast had been summoned?

They knew nothing of Alvin and couldn't predict the intentions of this Beast.

If this Son of the White Dragon chose to ally with Tiamat...

It wouldn't just be Uruk, the entire world might face utter destruction!

However, despite Romani's words, Ritsuka's expression remained unchanged.

"...I had already suspected as much, Doctor."

"Huh?" Romani's face froze in confusion.

"After all, there's no way Alvin would reconcile with the Counter Force..."

Ritsuka lifted her gaze to the silver-haired youth before her.

"If I were him, I would never reconcile either... if Mash were betrayed and killed by the Counter Force in front of me, I'd probably go even crazier and choose to restore the Age of Gods."

Hearing this, Romani and Da Vinci exchanged a glance, sighing with a look of deep, bitter understanding.

...Ritsuka, do you realize what you're saying?

In fact, she did.

Throughout her journey, Ritsuka Fujimaru had always been a Master with unwavering determination... the last hope of humanity.

"So, Alvin merely opened a hole in the inner sea of the planet. He's already been very gentle... he's the kindest person I've ever met."

Ritsuka, what are you saying?! A hole in the inner sea of the planet?!

The goddesses present shivered, inexplicably feeling a chill run down their spines.

Was the temperature in the Underworld too low?

"So, I trust Alvin..."

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at the silver-haired youth before her, her bloodied face slowly breaking into a radiant smile.

"No matter what decision he makes, I trust him."

"Daddy, who is this embarrassing woman?"

Seeing the strange glint in Ritsuka's eyes, Melusine sensed something was amiss.

This... this was the look of a bad woman!

Melusine, despite being the tyrannical queen of the Fairy Kingdom, couldn't miss the blatant covetousness in the woman's eyes. She tightened her grip around Alvin's neck, casting a slightly hostile glance at Ritsuka.

"This is Daddy's friend, Ritsuka Fujimaru."

"Bleh!"

Melusine stuck out her tongue.

"Yay! Alvin considers me a friend!"

The red-haired girl couldn't help but cheer inwardly at this perfect start. Never had she felt so delighted.

Victory!

Alvin's gaze then turned toward Oberon.

"And this is your fairy grandpa."

"Hello, Grandpa~" Melusine said with a charming smile.

"...Huh?" Oberon scratched his head. "I'm so young, and I'm already a grandpa."

He's essentially Vortigern born in Faerie Britain.

After Alvin pierced the inner sea of the planet, Oberon inherited Vortigern's memories and was summoned to Chaldea by Ritsuka Fujimaru, somehow merging with the Saint Graph of Pan-Human History's Oberon.

So calling him grandpa... didn't seem entirely wrong?

"So, Alvin." Ritsuka asked with hopeful anticipation, "Are you here to support Chaldea?"

Everyone present, including the goddesses and Chaldea's staff, held their breath, anxiously awaiting Alvin's response.

"Chaldea? Are we even acquainted?"

Alvin found the situation slightly amusing.

"After all, I am a Beast... Saving humanity isn't really my concern. Not destroying humanity is already an act of great kindness on my part.

"I merely sensed my old man's aura and came to check on him."

This was the truth.

Chaldea? He wasn't really familiar with it. He hadn't had the chance to visit despite being invited.

Just as the others were about to sigh in resignation, he continued.

"So, it has nothing to do with Chaldea."

Alvin patted the red-haired girl's shoulder.

"But seeing Ritsuka and my old man, I care about their safety... that's why I chose to intervene."

The silver-haired young man turned his gaze toward Chaldea's communication screen, his smile as refreshing as a spring breeze.

"Please, make sure you understand the priorities."

"Understood." Romani and Da Vinci nodded vigorously, grateful for his generous support.

Alvin mentioned my name! He patted my shoulder! He cares about me!

Ritsuka Fujimaru began to tremble, covering her face as it flushed red with embarrassment and joy. For a moment, it seemed like she had already thought of a name for their child.

"Stare... "

Where did this lovestruck idiot come from?!

Seeing Ritsuka's expression, Melusine could guess what she was fantasizing about. This was absurd... her beloved father was right there! How dare this woman aspire to be the stepmother to the Faerie Queen?!

Noticing the hostile glare from Melusine, the girl clinging to Alvin's neck, Ritsuka suddenly remembered... oh right, Heroic Spirits can't reproduce!

Moreover, Alvin is a Beast! No wonder she couldn't summon him. What would happen after she returned to Chaldea? How could she summon him again?

This question puzzled Ritsuka. It seemed ludicrous... could the Counter Force really allow a Beast to join Chaldea to save humanity?

After thinking for a moment, the Evils of Humanity reached a swift conclusion.

Fuck with it! I am the last Master of humanity! The Counter Force has no right to command me!

The silver-haired young man watched the red-haired girl before him, her body shrinking into a chibi-like form, her expression filled with infatuated blush, as she hugged his leg tightly.

"???"

What the heck is this? Ritsuka Fujimaru, your art style has completely changed!

Romani and Da Vinci exchanged a glance and simultaneously sighed, understanding each other's thoughts.

Chaotic Evil Gudako has emerged!

They could do nothing about it... Whatever. As long as humanity wasn't destroyed.

"This journey has been exhausting… so, it's up to you now, son, I'm taking a break." Oberon said lazily, wrapping himself in his wings and transforming into a tiny fairy about ten centimeters tall, floating beside Alvin.

Holding his daughter in his arms, with his father hovering nearby, and Gudako clinging to his leg, it felt like some kind of super beast formation.

Alvin set Melusine down and bent to pick up the chibi version of Ritsuka.

"Melusine. My sweet daughter, take everyone to a safe place."

"Okay, Daddy."

The silver-haired girl responded sweetly, then turned reluctantly to take the chibi Ritsuka. Her body was enveloped in a sleek dragon armor, and with three radiant halos bursting open, she shot straight into the sky.

Wow, his daughter had accelerated to meteor dragon speed.

Alvin watched in awe as the brilliant meteor streaked toward the distant cliff.

He then slowly turned his gaze to the Primordial Mother before him.

"So… to resolve this, I need to stop this Beast?"

The massive dragon form before him, clad in a majestic blend of blue and red armor, looked down at him with curiosity through her pink, X-shaped pupils.

From the silver-haired young man, Tiamat sensed a familiar aura.

Not of offspring, nor of divinity, but… of another Beast.

This was why she had halted her attack.

"Aaaaamama~"

Her melancholic and questioning song echoed softly from her throat.

"(Are you… my child?)"

Unfortunately, Alvin didn't understand.

"Fully beastified, relying only on primal instincts to move?"

Just like Alvin, who had become the Beast of Preservation.

A Beast, driven by instinct and desire, inherently following its nature.

Dark magical energy, like a shadow, surged and overflowed from Alvin, taking on the appearance of fierce flames.

The Firelink Greatsword's afterglow formed inch by inch in his hand.

Alvin stared at the massive dragon, releasing his hostility, awaiting Tiamat's attack.

But it never came.

Tiamat only looked at him deeply before raising her gaze to the sky.

Her resplendent and elegant dragon wings extended from her back.

"No, we mustn't let her fly back to the human world! All of Uruk will be consumed by the tide of chaos!" Ishtar's anxious voice came from above. Alvin glanced up, recognizing a face similar to that of Rin Tohsaka.

Not the same person, but strikingly similar... a variant of Rin?

Tiamat's body, with her dragon wings, began to rise.

Seeing this, the goddesses and humans present grew more frantic.

"Hey! The guest summoned by Oberon! What are you hesitating for?! Tiamat has regrown her wings! If she escapes the underworld, all of Uruk's efforts will be in vain!" Gilgamesh shouted from behind, raising his hand as numerous golden portals appeared, ready to bombard Tiamat's wings.

Ritsuka Fujimaru, having returned, quickly grabbed his arm.

"Wait, King Gilgamesh… Alvin will decide."

"Ritsuka, do you trust him that much?"

Looking into the red-haired girl's steadfast eyes, Gilgamesh sighed, withdrawing his treasury.

"I, as a king, do not easily trust strangers, but your judgment, I'll consider. If Uruk is destroyed… you..."

"Even so, my answer won't change." Ritsuka declared. "Besides, Alvin would never let that happen. He's too kind-hearted."

Kind-hearted? I'm a Stellaris player known as the Fourth Crisis you know. You're making some bold statements, Ritsuka.

Amid the commotion, Alvin lowered his steel-gray eyes.

"...So, you still haven't figured it out."

"Figured out what?" Gilgamesh redirected his gaze.

"Figured out... Tiamat is desperately trying to restrain herself." Alvin said quietly, his words haunting the entire underworld, "She's struggling not to harm you."

"What nonsense?!" 

"Do you know how many warriors died fighting this shit? Do you know how many cities Tiamat destroyed in Uruk? What do you think their sacrifices were for? You-"

"She's crying."

Alvin's ethereal voice caused Gilgamesh to pause.

"I can... understand the affinity between beasts. I seem to be able to read her mind.

"Betrayed by her children, she is filled with endless hatred, resentment, and sorrow.

"The Primordial Mother fell for the sake of the Beast, intending to reshape the world like the Genesis.

"I see..."

Alvin gazed at the dragon before him.

"Do you just want to go home?"

"Home."

Alvin understood this desire from Tiamat's essence.

As the Primordial Mother, Tiamat created the bountiful and fertile Mesopotamia, only to become worthless thereafter.

She longed for a home, a mother's love, but was abandoned by her family.

The fallen Primordial Mother, betrayed by the past, returned to find everything had changed.

Yearning for home and the moment of the beast's resurgence, she became the harbinger of destruction, aiming to annihilate humanity and its future possibilities.

"She doesn't want to destroy you, she just wants to go home..." Alvin whispered, "...even accepting her abandoned fate, sealing her powers in an attempt to protect you."

"Unfortunately, Sir Alvin, if Tiamat's essence continues to flow, it will cause the collapse of the underworld, leading to the extinction of humanity."

Chaldea's screen unfolded before Alvin.

Rubbing his forehead with a look of compassion, Roman sighed softly.

"Sorry, Sir Alvin, we understand your feelings, but we need you to eliminate Tiamat... this is the only way to stop her."

Da Vinci waved her hand, and a screen displaying information about Tiamat appeared before Alvin.

"Tiamat's invulnerability is incredibly strong. Conventional attacks have little effect on her, but... if it's you, with the ability to pierce through the essence of the Grand Servants, you should be able to thoroughly destroy Tiamat's composition, right?"

"That's right... my coiled sword is capable of doing that."

Alvin nodded, his words causing excitement to ripple through the crowd.

"But, I don't intend to do that."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

"I'm a beast, after all. Isn't asking a beast to kill another beast as absurd as asking a beast to save humanity?"

Facing the crowd's urging and hesitant expressions, Alvin slowly turned his gaze to the redhead girl on the cliff.

"Ritsuka, I want to do something selfish. If it were you, would you understand?"

"Whatever you want to do, do it, Alvin!"

Ritsuka shouted, holding her hands up.

"Don't you dare die! How am I supposed to see you again next time? I've run out of saint quartz to summon Heroic Spirits! Hey!"

Roman and Da Vinci covered their faces.

Alvin smiled faintly.

"Although Beast embodies the Evils of Humanity, fundamentally, it's also the Loves of Humanity."

In the embrace of shadows, Alvin, with his silver-blue hair, slowly ascended the steps, walking towards Tiamat, who seemed to be staring at him in a daze.

"The so-called complete beastification.

"Already lost all reason.

"Spiritually fallen beyond redemption.

"Actually, I've been told these things countless times before..."

Sensing no hostility whatsoever.

Tiamat looked bewildered as the figure emitting a divine aura, with silver-blue hair and greenish-blue eyes, slowly approached her.

Facing each other at close quarters, the Primordial Mother curiously examined the figure before her.

Alvin sighed as he raised his hand, gently caressing her forehead.

"No, your compassionate heart is still there, about to overflow with maternal instincts... It's proof that you're human, not a beast.

"The entire Mesopotamia wants you dead.

"Not a single person needs you.

"But that's okay..."

Like the witch descending from the sky, cradling the fallen creature in her arms.

Alvin opened his arms and gave Tiamat a hug.

"Let me be the one to need you."

With lowered eyes, the silver-blue figure gently rubbed her forehead against hers, smiling softly.

"Will this make you feel a little better?"

"...!"

The massive dragon body trembled for a moment.

Intense and scorching steam erupted from Tiamat's head, her wings fluttering ceaselessly as if they had become soft and weak, unable to support flight any longer.

Tiamat's colossal dragon body crashed to the ground of the underworld.

"Aaa...aaa...aaaa..."

Meaningless wails echoed from her throat.

The robust dragon body heaved heavily, causing the chest, covered by armor akin to mountain ranges, to sway and wobble.

"(Needed...)"

Tiamat slowly raised her flushed face, gazing up at the silver-blue figure in the floating sky.

Everything felt different with him, with all humanity... and all called for her to... be embraced.

Desire.

Familiarity.

The urge to draw close to him, to lean on him.

It was like their shared, beast-like aura.

For the first time...

It wasn't her nurturing her children, but rather being nurtured by them.

Strange. Too strange.

Even though... she was the mother.

Shadows flowed and gathered quietly.

The coiled sword gradually took shape in Alvin's palm.

Descending from the void, the silver-haired figure gently touched the First Flame to Tiamat's forehead.

Not... burning her.

But connecting to her soul.

Bright white light burst forth, suddenly enveloping Alvin, pulling him into Tiamat's body.

Gentle ripples spread out in the void.

On the quiet and ethereal surface of the ink-black lake.

Sitting on a rocky reef in the lake, the voluptuous Primordial Mother slowly opened her eyes, her gaze somewhat dazed, gazing vacantly at the silver-blue figure approaching her.

"I want to awaken you, Goddess Tiamat."

Alvin looked up, staring at the goddess who was too tall even while seated.

Even seated, she needed to look up to him.

Her flawless skin set off her graceful and beautiful face.

So full that it seemed about to burst forth, as if it gathered the most expansive maternal instincts and human hearts in the world.

Her voluptuous and tall figure, unmatched even by the most exquisite theater actors on stage.

The skin before her was covered by the fabric of her dress like fluttering butterflies, and the curves and contours rose and fell, creating breathtaking arcs and contours.

The smooth, greenish-blue long hair coiled and cascaded around her beautiful horns, as if water emerged from crevices in the rock and cascaded into the Milky Way.

Even Alvin couldn't help but marvel.

"So, can you wake up, Goddess Tiamat?"

Alvin, with silver-blue hair and greenish-blue eyes, looked up at the Primordial Mother.

"I have no intention of destroying you. If you can regain your senses, I hope you can leave peacefully."

ᗜ‸ᗜ

"Muuu... "

"???"

What expression is that? Did something I said upset her?

"My wish is to return."

Alvin stared at the silver-blue figure before him for a long time.

Finally, Tiamat spoke somewhat hesitantly.

"As long as I don't return home, my beastly body will continue to strive towards it.

"I... just want a home."

"So, you won't stop?" Alvin furrowed his brow in frustration, realizing that the beast's resolve, its desire for home, was its strongest determination, one that couldn't easily be abandoned.

"If I no longer have a home.

"I can find a new one.

"But, will anyone be willing to take in a Beast?"

Alvin's expression was somewhat puzzled.

Tiamat slowly raised her hand, her eyes filled with anticipation, gently cupping the silver-blue figure's face.

"So...

"All humans have abandoned me.

"...Mother begging you, to become my only child.

"Wherever you are...

"That will be my new home."