Above, Zeus roared. "FOOOL! This is one-on-one combat! Outsiders are not permitted in this duel!"
But the arena shook again—two more figures landed.
Skadi stepped forward, spear drawn, her cold breath frosting the tiles beneath her. "I still have my pride as Queen of the Norse Lostbelt. If you're defeated here, then our reign—our symbol—falls with you."
Qin Shi Huang descended beside her, . "I simply wish to test the Shadow Monarch's strength. It would be a failure of sovereignty not to understand what walks this world."
A flicker of dark light tore open beside Jin-Woo.
From the portal stepped Morgan le Fay—Queen of Lostbelt Britain. Her eyes glimmered with mischievous confidence as she stood beside her husband.
" If this is a party of lostbelt rulers , I suppose I'll join in."
She looked across the field at Skadi, lips curling into a smirk. "And maybe knock you out, Queen of the North. I've been waiting for that."
Kadoc leaned forward from the spectator seats, still stunned by the flurry of gods and monarchs now circling Jin-Woo.
He nudged the massive figure beside him. "Tsar… you're not going to join them?"
Ivan the Terrible,. he said simply.: "No , The result is already clear. Jin-Woo… the Shadow Monarch… he's hiding something. Like an ace in the hole. You don't rush into the storm until you understand where the lightning comes from."
Below, Qin Shi Huang's eyes gleamed with imperial command as he raised one hand. His voice echoed across the arena.
"As a new law, we declare:
Humans shall exist at the threshold of heaven and earth."
In the skies above Olympus, a colossal projection of Qin Shi Huang's true celestial form materialized—serene, towering, ringed with long twin peacock feathers spinning
Noble Phantasm: The Domination Beginning
Its effect was immediate. A wave of pressure fell across the battlefield.
Everyone—Skadi, Kukulkan, even Morgan—felt their strength waver.
"Urgh… my output's dropping," Kukulkan muttered, stumbling half a step.
Skadi's eye twitched. "You idiot emperor! You're weakening all of us!"
But Qin Shi Huang stood undisturbed, glowing with empowered calm. ""Look at Zeus. He remains unaffected—because he is a machine. I will buy time. I will hold the Shadow Monarch down until Zeus's restriction is lifted."
He turned to face Jin-Woo fully, confidence surging—
But then he froze. The aura surrounding Jin-Woo had not faltered. Not even slightly.
Qin Shi Huang's pupils shrank. That's impossible…He's unaffected…? My The Domination Beginning
doesn't work on him… at all? No… don't tell me— He doesn't operate on laws and that's the reason my domination of begin--- . .
And then—
Snap.
A stream of micro-Force tendrils surged through Qin's circuits like vipers through copper veins.
[Mechu Deru] Jin-Woo Activate .
Qin Shi Huang's artificial body convulsed. His true form—still far away in the depths of Lostbelt China—mirrored the effect, shutting down instantly. All of it. Total hijack. His proud consciousness? Silenced for the next twenty-four hours.
Jin-Woo exhaled like nothing happened.
"I heard a rule once. Might've been from Bleach, I forget," he muttered, brushing dust from his coat.
"Something like… 'The one with the greater spiritual pressure won't be affected by the lesser.'" He smiled faintly. "Guess that applies to my power capacity too."
He glanced across the battlefield, still relaxed. "My Current Force output is bigger than every Sith, every Jedi… even weakened Abeloth. Combined."
"OOOOH!" Kukulcan chirped, bouncing forward despite her fractured arm. "My turn now!"
Her broken hand twitched excitedly—still glowing faint with Mayan magic—but that wild grin on her face said it all.
She didn't care about winning. She just wanted to fight.
Jin-Woo calmly raised his hand, Force energy gathering at his fingertips—ready to heal.
But Kukulcan swatted the air dismissively. "Don't insult me, Jin-Woo."
She applied her own crude first-aid, cracking the bones back into place with a hard snap. A scar remained, but the structure was solid. More than enough.
Then she extended her arms and began chanting, voice like a hymn from another star.
"I come from the void!
I create the earth and look down from the heavens!
This is the sun!
Kinich Ahau… Impact!"
The ground trembled.
Her body shifted—warped and reformed into something no longer human. Something divine. Her form glowed like molten white , clad in alien armor . It was radiant. Solar.
She had become something akin to the Luminous Body state possessed by the True Ancestors—but cranked far beyond.
A giant humanoid, forged of fire and light.
A being that radiated both sun and star, while carrying aspects of flora and mineral—like a divine golem fused with the heart of a sun.
Her internal pressure surged to 200 billion. Her temperature to 16 million °C. Her density? 160 times that of water. She was a walking star.
Kukulcan laughed, her voice echoing like bells across the Olympian battlefield.
"Ha ha ha! Tell me, Shadow Monarch! Are you regretting accepting Zeus's little 'restriction' now?!"
Jin-Woo simply tilted his head.
"…I'm more confused, honestly."
Kukulcan blinked. "Huh?"
Jin-woo pointed lazily at her blazing, titanic body.
"How is a Noble Phantasm labeled anti-world more qualified to be called anti-star than Zeus's World Discipline: Keraunos?"
He scratched the back of his neck. "Something's not adding up."
Kukulcan cackled. "Your life might end here—and you're more confused than worried about dying?! Amaaazing!"
Without another word, she raised her massive solar fist—twenty meters wide, —and brought it crashing down toward Jin-Woo like a meteor meant to crush a bug.
But Jin-Woo's eyes suddenly glowed blood red—two orbs of ancient fury, slitted like a dragon's.
And then— A voiceless shout erupted from him.
Dragon's Fear. But not as the world knew it. Not as the dragons of old Kamish who cast it.
Jin-Woo's evolved version surged with mana-infused command—refined, re-engineered, and selectively targeted.
Not one of the Crypters felt a thing. Not even Morgan.
But Kukulcan?
Kukulcan froze mid-swing—eyes wide—her star-forged limbs trembling.
Tch—damn Monarch… he debuffed me with fear and despair …! she thought, stunned, unable to move.
And then—without waiting—Jin-Woo raised his hand skyward.
The clouds above Olympus groaned. Shifted. Then tore wide open.
Not a wormhole this time. But a storm.
A [Force Storm – Tython Variant].
Focused. Precise. Optimized for planetary suppression—not destruction. It was targeted. Only Kukulcan would feel its wrath.
Lightning streaked down like lances of judgment, slamming into her blazing core.
CRACK-THROOMMMMM!! Kukulcan's massive divine body was flung backwards, trailing fire and vapor, slamming into the arena floor before Jin-Woo's feet. Smoke rose off her molten form, the heat causing the ground beneath her to bubble and crack.
She coughed once—her radiant glow flickering—then looked up at him, dazed.
Jin-Woo took one step forward. "One last clash, Use your final Noble Phantasm."
Kukulcan looked up at Jin-Woo and smiled. "…Then let's go out with a bang."
She rose, floating gently upward. Her wings flared—solar feathers burning bright—and behind her, the air warped into a massive, emerald-tinted Mayan circle that shimmered with divine power.
"Last Sun: Xibalba."
The last Noble Phantasm. The final invocation.
The divine seal behind her pulsed—combining the overwhelming pressure of Kinich Ahau Impact with the god-warping properties of First Sun: Xibalba—the domain once ruled by Tezcatlipoca.
Now it was Kukulcan's.
The battlefield groaned. Gravity twisted . All physical law bent to her will.
Kukulcan hovered in the air, looking down at him—not as a conqueror… but as a woman seeking place.
"Jin-Woo," she said quietly, through the roar of power. "Out there… in the galaxy… is there a place for me?"
Her voice trembled. " i won't always be the strongest. Not next to you. But I… I don't want to be alone . I want to be someone who matters… not just a storm with no home."
Jin-Woo didn't move for a moment. Then he raised his head, calm as still water.
"If you die," he said, "I'll summon you—not as a Foreigner. ." I'll drag you from the Throne of Heroes itself."
Kukulcan's eyes widened. A tear rolled down her cheek. She didn't fear her own power now.
Not when someone looked at it—and still stayed.
Then her Mayan ring—blazing like the final dawn—descended with a roar that split the air.
But Jin-Woo… didn't flinch.
His body crackled. A titanic presence surged through him.
The Monarch of Beginning ( legia) ' strength flowed through every bone. The Monarch of Transfiguration ( yogumunt ) 'surged through his soul. But more than that—his lightsaber ignited again.
And it had changed. No longer was it black kyber crystal .
Instead—at its core—was a Kaiburr Crystal shard .
The mythical Force conduit. One that resonated only with those who surpassed the balance itself.
His blade roared to life in shimmering rainbow. He leapt. And cleaved the sky.
The Mayan ring split in two—like glass before divinity. It scattered into green fire.
Kukulcan floated for a second, stunned. Then she laughed. It was soft. Honest. Free.
"I lost… Hahaha… I actually lost...But I think… I like your love confession more than the victory."
Morgan, still exchanging spellfire with Skadi across the battlefield, couldn't help but glance toward the center of the arena—where Kukulcan knelt, blushing and smiling like a maiden in love.
Morgan narrowed her eyes and muttered under her breath, "Tch. Jin-Woo really snatches women like candy in a shop."
Skadi noticed the moment of distraction—and took it.
Without hesitation, she raised her wand , ancient Nordic runes glowing across the air like frostbitten sigils. A torrent of ice magic formed above Morgan's position—massive structures of frozen spikes and layered towers of subzero energy, each the size of a building.
"Freeze where you stand," Skadi muttered, releasing the spell.
But Morgan's Water Mirror activated instantly—her own layered enchantments absorbing the energy and redirecting it to the edge of the arena. The frozen barrage crashed harmlessly into a rocky cliff far from the battlefield.
Skadi clicked her tongue in mild irritation. "Your reaction time's sharp. But tell me—why do you glare at me like that? What did I ever do to you?"
Morgan didn't hesitate. Her eyes narrowed. "Your chest is bigger than mine. If Jin-Woo's paying attention, you might steal my place as his second wife."
Skadi's jaw slackened slightly, baffled. "Ehhh?! I don't even love the Shadow Monarch! Are you insane?!"
Morgan crossed her arms, scowling. ". I know how this works. Big chest, cool aura, quiet voice… You're textbook second-wife material."
Skadi sighed deeply. "You're more delusional than I thought."
Skadi's expression turned grim as she charged in close—her dual red spears, both Gáe Bolg variants, spinning in her hands with expert precision.
Morgan didn't flinch. She calmly drove her Demonic Spear into the ground—an incantation echoing beneath her breath.
Above them, space split.
A giant phantom spear—wreathed in dark, divine energy—descended from the clouds like divine retribution. Skadi twisted, barely dodging it, though the impact crater behind her spoke volumes.
Their weapons clashed—steel against steel, frost against England , the air crackling with magical tension.
But Skadi smirked. "Got you."
The moment their weapons locked, a freezing glyph activated beneath Morgan's feet—her own trap spell. Icy vines erupted around her, engulfing her body in crystalline frost. In a blink, Morgan was fully encased.
Skadi exhaled. "What a childish line of thinking…"
But the ice cracked. stood around Skadi, unmoving. Each held a copy of Rhongomyniad, poised at her neck.
And standing behind them all—on a glowing throne forged of twisted fairy steel—was the real Morgan, her crown gleaming, her eyes calm and imperial.
Roadless Camelot activated—her conceptual domain.
Skadi froze. Literally and figuratively. "…I surrender." She raised both hands. "What do you want, Morgan?"