Within the secret realm, dazzling golden light pierced through the clouds, scattering across the earth like divine judgment.

The sudden change sent a wave of primal fear rippling through the five dragons present.

The seven-hued dragon, primary target of the [Spear That Shines to the End of the World], felt the terror of this attack even before witnessing its full devastation.

It faced two choices: flee or resist.

Without hesitation, the seven-hued dragon chose to flee. With a powerful flap of its wings, it vanished from Artoria's sight in the blink of an eye.

But the Lion King simply stared silently in its direction, making no unnecessary movements.

After all, if her opponent escaped, the Holy Lance [Rhongomyniad], known for its radiance that anchors the world, would be wasted.

The spear tip, shrouded in golden spiral magic, pierced the clouds and slowly pressed down toward the seven-hued dragon, whose escape route was already sealed.

The colorful dragon, having already fled far from the battlefield, suddenly stopped mid-flight.

It wasn't that it didn't want to escape, rather, it couldn't.

"What kind of power is this?!"

The dragon was utterly shocked. It had never imagined that the seemingly slow-moving golden spear in the sky could actually restrain anyone's movement completely.

As the sky-blotting spear grew larger and larger in its vision, a glint of fury flashed through the dragon's enormous eyes.

"Do you really think I'm a pushover?!"

Tinged with anger, it took a deep breath and puffed out its chest. Immediately, streams of multicolored light converged from all directions toward its maw.

The next moment, a torrent of prismatic brilliance, shimmering with wisps of stardust, erupted from the dragon's mouth, shooting toward the slowly descending holy spear.

Every dragon and card on the battlefield watched as the dazzling breath shot straight up from the ground, colliding instantly with the golden holy spear falling from the heavens.

Colorful streams of light washed over the tip of the holy spear, then scattered in all directions like rain.

The light that landed on the ground, though minute, still triggered terrifying explosions like miniature nuclear detonations.

Boom!

Dazzling flashes of light blazed across the earth one after another, forcing every creature present to narrow their eyes.

Even facing such a terrifying assault, [Rhongomyniad] continued pressing toward the colorful dragon at an extremely slow pace, as if nothing outside mattered.

Seeing this, panic flashed across the dragon's eyes, quickly replaced by fierce determination.

"You really think I'm helpless?!"

The powerful demon that Azrael had perceived as devouring its own kind certainly had more than one trick up its sleeve.

As its fury grew, the rainbow light gushing from its mouth intensified, even faintly transforming into multicolored black light.

At that moment, every living being in the secret realm felt a chill run down their spines, as if something ominous had silently occurred.

Only Azrael knew what had happened. The seven-hued dragon's breath was now laced with the power of the world itself.

However, in his opinion, the way this power was being used was far too crude.

"...Absorbing the gifts of nature without understanding them," Azrael muttered.

He could understand this. After all, unlike Adele, the seven-hued dragon hadn't become the world consciousness of the secret realm before him. It was simply regurgitating the power it had absorbed.

Unfortunately, it was misapplying its strength.

[Rhongomyniad] itself was the tower that held the surface of the world together. In other words, it possessed special effectiveness against the world itself.

Under the seven-hued dragon's astonished gaze, the golden holy spear slowly broke through the breath imbued with all its power and descended upon its head.

", !"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a golden beam of light that slowly penetrated the ground.

At that moment, even the slowest demons and cards present realized this was no ordinary holy spear.

Hadn't they heard the original wielder of this attack call it a "storm anchor that tears apart the sky and binds the earth"?

Gazing at the towering pillar of light in the distance, the four remaining dragons on the battlefield couldn't help but swallow nervously, a sense of relief rising in their hearts.

"Fortunately, this attack was directed at the King."

They knew their own strength perfectly well, and understood that if they had faced this attack, they would have died countless times over.

---

Meanwhile, outside the secret realm, George VII and Apache were already somewhat stunned. The battle was spiraling in a direction they hadn't anticipated.

They had thought that if Azrael's newly summoned card could hold off the seven-hued dragon, they would be able to besiege it after defeating the remaining four demons. They might have been able to suppress the secret realm today.

But what happened now completely defied their expectations.

After all, it seemed that Azrael could suppress the secret realm single-handedly without their help.

Apache felt his mind was in turmoil. From the beginning until now, Azrael had been constantly challenging his worldview.

If there had been no conflict between the Indo-American Federation and the Empire of Aetherlight, Apache wouldn't have lost his composure.

But the problem was that there was a genuine conflict between the two sides!

The Skinner's brother didn't believe Azrael wouldn't want to kill his sister!

"Fortunately, there's Lord Edley. As long as he's willing to take action, things aren't irreversible."

Apache, without much thought, placed all his hopes on his own Sovereign-level Lore Cardian.

He believed that as long as Edley was willing to eliminate Azrael, there was still room for recovery.

Just as Apache was contemplating how to report this to Edley, Azrael glanced at him calmly.

He knew what the brown-skinned man was thinking from the ever-shifting expression on his face.

"Tsk..."

"Should I find a way to eliminate him so he can't leak information?"

Thinking of the ambiguous Sovereign-level Lore Cardian, Azrael's eyes flickered.

Then he suddenly remembered the information Charlotte had given him.

Edley was committed to the integration of both parties, but the resistance came from Lore Cardians like the Skinners, whose minds were filled with racial hatred.

After a moment's thought, Azrael considered a possibility.

"Perhaps..."

"If I kill Apache, Edley won't care."

"Maybe he'll even thank me."

The idea was bold, but Azrael wasn't ready to put it into practice immediately. He needed to test the waters first.

King George VII remained unaware of the scheming between the two equally powerful individuals beside him.

He was silently reciting the message from his own card.

"Rhongomyniad. Rhongomyniad?"

The words uttered by the knight-clad card as it unleashed its attack had caught the King's attention.

The word "Rhongomyniad" sounded familiar.

George VII quickly remembered where he'd heard it.

"Arthurian legend?!"

Unlike the more famous Sword of Promised Victory in the same mythology, Rhongomyniad appeared in very few scenes.

Furthermore, because Arthurian legend also included elements of the Holy Grail, Rhongomyniad was sometimes mistakenly referred to as the Spear of Longinus, the same weapon that pierced the saint's side.

Therefore, George VII hadn't immediately considered Arthurian legend.

Now, the question arose.

"King Arthur could reach Master level?"

Even with George VII's extensive knowledge, he had never seen such a thing.

After all, if someone was already using mythology as the basis for card creation, why bother with Celtic mythology? There were plenty of gods more powerful than King Arthur available.

Although, judging by the current situation, the man from the Empire of Aetherlight beside him had successfully adapted it, so successfully that King Arthur had even reached Master level.

It was even stronger than all of George VII's cards combined.

For a moment, he was unsure whether he was British or if Azrael was British, even though the British were now inhabited solely by Anglo-Saxons, and the orthodox Celts were almost extinct.

In other words, according to legend, George VII and his companions were the foreigners expelled by King Arthur.

Thinking of this, George VII breathed a sigh of relief and decided not to dwell on it.

After all, Lore Cardian business was personal business.

Wait!

"How could King Arthur be a woman?!"

The King of Great Britain suddenly realized something even more shocking: the King Arthur in the secret realm was actually a woman.

"Huh?"

George VII opened his mouth, wanting to ask Azrael if this was true.

But remembering that Lore Cardian stories often involved the secrets of a card, he swallowed the words that were already on his lips.

And so, amid the divergent thoughts of the three Master-level Lore Cardians, the atmosphere at the entrance to the secret realm gradually grew tense and strange.

---

Within the secret realm, after completing its mission, the light of [Rhongomyniad], which connected heaven and earth, gradually dimmed and soon dissipated into the air.

Seeing this, the three remaining dragons in the field were filled with fear, terrified that they would be obliterated like the seven-hued dragon if hit head-on.

"Your Majesty..."

"Is Your Majesty alright?"

An air of unease gradually spread among them.

As for why there were only three dragons, the crimson dragon had been beaten to a near-death state by Naruto and Sasuke.

After all, others might have stopped, intimidated by Artoria's might, but their comrades wouldn't show such mercy.

Just as the dragons were about to despair, a roar resounded through the heavens, reviving them.

"Roar!"

It was the seven-hued dragon. Even after taking a full blast from the [Spear That Shines to the End of the World], it hadn't died.

Though all its scales had lost their luster, and some parts of its body bore deep wounds that exposed bone, it remained alive.

And with each passing moment, its injuries were gradually healing.

It stared at Artoria and growled fiercely.

"You! Think! You! Can! Kill! Me?"

Before the seven-hued dragon could finish its words, its voice trailed off until it became like a strangled cry, unable to utter a single word.

It wasn't just the dragon, the other dragons also stared at Artoria like frightened birds.

Under their dazed gazes, the blond knight extended her right hand once more, and a flash of golden light merged into the ground.

"The Spear That Shines to the End of the World."

At the same moment, her cold voice echoed across the battlefield, ringing like a death knell in the ears of several demons.

Seeing this, the seven-hued dragon roared in disbelief.

"Impossible!"

"How could you possibly unleash such a powerful attack continuously?!"

It desperately hoped that Artoria was bluffing, but the terrifying threat emanating from the sky confirmed its reality.

Ignoring the barking of the defeated beast, Artoria cast her gaze upon the other four demons present.

Now, having been strengthened by both the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance, it would be surprising if she couldn't unleash a Noble Phantasm in rapid succession.

Furthermore, [The Spear That Shines to the End of the World] was merely a crude release of [Rhongomyniad]'s power, nothing remarkable.

At least, that was what Artoria herself believed.

But the seven-hued dragon, facing the golden holy spear once again, had a different perspective.

Perhaps it could withstand this attack with its own strength, but what about the next time? And the time after that?

There would always come a time when it couldn't withstand it.

And as a demon capable of consuming the world's consciousness, it was clearly no pushover.

As the spear tip drew closer, the seven-hued dragon's expression suddenly became ferocious.

"If I die, you will all die with me!"

As its words fell, a wave of crimson-black energy instantly devoured it from the inside out.

The next moment, a suffocating aura swept across the entire secret realm in the blink of an eye, even passing through it and sweeping toward Great Britain outside.

The moment Azrael came into contact with this aura, he realized something.

The usually calm young man's expression suddenly turned extremely grim.

Azrael practically growled.

"How is this possible?!"

Without hesitation, he addressed King George VII.

"Evacuate the people! Inside, "

Just as Azrael was about to announce the entity's name, he glanced toward the entrance to the secret realm with purpose.

Seeing his expression, King George VII didn't question the reason but immediately ordered Charlotte, Leon, and the others behind him to evacuate the people.

---

At that moment, within the secret realm, all the cards stopped fighting and looked toward the location where the seven-hued dragon had been.

Even the usually impassive Artoria frowned slightly.

As they watched, the golden holy spear in the sky quickly descended upon the seven-hued dragon, now completely enveloped in crimson-black energy.

However, the attack that had previously inflicted severe damage was now completely unable to penetrate the protective crimson-black energy.

Even until the [Spear That Shines to the End of the World] dissipated into the air, the seven-hued dragon remained motionless.

As the atmosphere grew increasingly suffocating, the once enormous seven-hued dragon instantly transformed into a dark crimson humanoid figure.

The figure stretched leisurely, then tilted its head, uttering a hazy voice as if sighing.

"Finally."

"Free."

As the voice fell, the secret realm shattered.