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Mere moments later, Bram Stoker realizes something is terribly wrong. In a flash, he leaves the ability space and is gone too quickly for anyone to notice. Only, in an empty hall of the airport, he doubles over, skin pulling away from his face with a terrible ripping noise.
Shortly after, Fyodor emerges from within, standing idly where Bram had been. Things hadn’t gone to plan, and it was Atsushi Nakajima that had derailed the order of events. Although, I’m not surprised. It’s expected for the Bookmark to have a hand in the fate of this world. The crucial mistake, however, was failing to account for the Divine Blade, Amenogozen.
Walking outside onto one of the runways, Fyodor spots the blade lying forgotten next to the body of its former wielder. He eyes a man dazed with grief, a Hunting Dog nearby wearing a similar expression.
He dashes forward, lifting Amenogozen off the ground. To their credit, the two act quickly, with the man lunging at him, sword in hand. Fyodor jumps out of the way of the slash, smirking. “Easy now.” Without missing a beat, he points the Holy Sword at the dead man’s neck. “I’d advise you not to move. Though your friend may have passed, I still have many uses for him.”
That was enough to make them falter. The Hunting Dog, however, gathered her bearings quickly and prepared to attack once more, fury burning in her eyes.
“...You’ve made your choice, I see,” He muses, shaking his head in disappointment. “In that case, allow me.”
He stabs the Holy Sword into the man’s neck and raises Amenogozen. “Now—”
“Stop him!” Someone cries. Fyodor glances to his left disinterestedly as an Agency member by the name of Ranpo Edogawa runs forward, desperation etched across his features. “Don’t let Dostoevsky stab him with that blade!”
He chuckles and impales the corpse with the other sword. A nearly blinding flash of light illuminates the area, and he smiles with the ease of someone who knows they’ve won. “In my right hand rests the Divine Blade, Amenogozen. In my left, the Holy Sword, Soluz Levni. Two heavenly blades, bring forth unto this land a miracle.”
His timing was just right. Had he taken any longer, the ability Mirror Lion would’ve left the body of its host, as abilities do after death. And now…
The space-time sword, said to have God himself dwelling within it. The forced combination of ability and body, the Holy Cross Sword. And, finally, the ability to increase the strength of a weapon one hundred-fold.
Until this very moment, it was unknown what would occur if these extremes came together. Alas, it’s evident now, as a blast knocks them away;
A Tripolar Singularity.
On the other end of the runway, Atsushi watches in horror as an explosion erupts, realizing that he’s failed.