Charles paused before the featureless mask turned toward the approaching spear. And though no face showed, his posture suggested absolute shock at the weapon's magnitude.

"Is this why you sent the Star Jewel? No… You use the Star Jewel to mask this strike." Charles' voice echoed, but Reinhard didn't answer.

The two crimson-black wings from Reinhard's back began to tremble before they quickly transformed. They transform into two massive arms, each proportioned like a Frost Giant's limb, and then the hands extend, palms open, positioning themselves to intercept approaching spears.

The arms grabbed the weapon.

Contact created an explosion of light and corruption.

The arms trembled violently, crimson-black substance burning away when touching pure radiance. The dispersion was rapid, feathers disintegrating, and limbs losing cohesion, Angra Mainyu's power being erased by concentrated belief made manifest.

But the arms pushed through.

They wrapped around the spear's shaft despite burning, despite dispersing, and despite agony that should force release. Fingers tightened, maintaining grip through sheer will transmitted through the Beast Spirit connection.

Reinhard clutched the spear. His hands overlapped the massive arms' grip, human fingers wrapping around weapons that should be too large to wield. Power flooded through contact points, gathered magic from tens of thousands of people, belief from the living and dead, and determination to save their home that transcended individual survival.

He thrust downward.

The motion redirected the spear's trajectory, leading the spear to crash down and rush towards Charles, still floating below. The spear descended like a comet, trailing gold and white radiance that illuminated the entire sky.

Charles reacted instantly.

His hands swept upward in a complex gesture. Two hundred fifty swords materialized simultaneously, in a perfect circle formation surrounding his position. Each blade gleamed with negation power, Metatron's authority to erase what Charles deemed wrong.

"Lord Negation!"

Six black and golden spears appeared. They planted themselves in a hexagonal pattern around Charles's falling form, creating a cage. The spears activated immediately, generating a field that dispersed anything deemed wrong within a radius.

Light spheres manifested.

Dozens of them, swirling around Charles in a protective layer. They spun at incredible velocity, creating barriers through motion rather than static defense.

Then Charles burned his soul.

Not partial commitment but complete consumption, as every soul still remaining is ignited simultaneously. The energy released was catastrophic, pushing his magic reserves back to First Class strength despite the earlier sacrifice creating barriers.

Six wings of pure negation erupted from his back before spreading in fan formation, each wing measuring twenty feet in length. The feathers were composed of intersecting lines similar to a sigil behind him.

And then the spear arrived.

Impact occurred at the exact moment Charles's defenses were completed. The collision created a shockwave that rippled across the entire Eastern Hesod. Buildings shattered in distant villages, and trees at the edge bent nearly horizontally from the pressure wave. And Beast Masters across the entire Eastern Hesod had to hold onto something as the shockwave swept past them, despite being miles away.

The spear struck swords first.

Two hundred fifty blades met concentrated belief, attempting to erase gathered will through Metatron's authority. The weapons held for a single second before beginning to crack, spreading through all the swords as if the negation couldn't overcome so many interweaving magics.

And then the swords shattered, all two hundred fifty simultaneously, creating an explosion of fragments that dispersed into nothing.

The spear continued downward without slowing.

It hit the light spheres next, which started spinning and trying to grind against spears, trying to deflect trajectory or reduce momentum. The spheres exploded on contact, each detonation releasing energy equivalent to a full-power attack. Dozens of explosions created a continuous thunderous noise.

But the spear simply pushed through them and devoured them. It was barely slowed, trajectory unchanged, and power undiminished.

The negation field met the gathered belief of Eastern Hesod.

Six planted spears generated a sphere of erasure, attempting to disperse the approaching weapon by declaring it "wrong." Reality within the field shifted, attempting to reject the spear's existence.

The weapon cracked the field.

Fissures appeared in invisible barriers, spreading from the impact point. The negation couldn't process, let alone something carrying the belief and magic of tens of thousands of people.

The magic inside the spear contained not just the normal people of Hesod, and Third Class and Second Class Beast Masters and Phantasm Beasts. But also the magic of Brunhilde, Vlad, and other First Class Beast Masters from the dead Forerunners and Seekers.

How could the field compare?

The field shattered in the next moment.

Finally, the spear reached the six wings. Charles's ultimate defense, the full might and manifestations of Metatron's pure negating power. The wings crossed, creating an X-pattern barrier that should stop anything deemed wrong.

The spear struck the wings directly.

For three seconds, they held.

The wings trembled, feathers fraying at edges as concentrated belief pressed against negation's authority. Cracks appeared across wing surfaces, and the wings shone with a terrifying light that tried to push back the spear.

But it was futile as the spear fully broke through, and then the wings shattered.

The wing patterns exploded into fragments of light and darkness. The wings dissolved, Metatron's power proving insufficient against the gathered determination of the entire Eastern continent working in unison.

Charles stared as the spear descended, and for a second. He could see over ten thousand people all thrusting their weapons down on him, as if their forms made up the entire spear.

And then the spear pierced through Charles.

It entered through the chest, blasting through his various Chemira flesh, through his spiritual armor, and through his magic. Charles's Chimera modifications began breaking down immediately. Phantasm Beast parts dissolved, returning him to normal before dispersing entirely.

The spear became a streak of pure radiance. It carried Charles downward despite his attempts to resist. The weapon rushed toward crimson-black tide spreading below, a trajectory aimed at corruption's densest concentration.

Reinhard followed, still gripping the spear's shaft. His crimson-black hands maintained contact despite burning, despite exhaustion, despite every instinct screaming to release. He rode the weapon down, guiding the final strike toward the inevitable destination.

They struck the tide.

The spear pierced the crimson-black surface at the exact center, where corruption was deepest in this area. The weapon sank into malevolence like a knife through water, penetrating without resistance until completely submerged.

Then light erupted.

Beautiful, massive, golden radiance exploded outward from the impact point. It was an instantaneous expansion, a dome of pure golden light sweeping across the entire Eastern Hesod at speeds exceeding comprehension.

The light consumed everything in its path, transforming rather than destroying.

The light swept through the forest. It covered crimson-black tide completely, gold overwhelming corruption in a single wave. The remaining golden cages that Charles had created shattered under the light's passage.

The patterns exploded into glittering fragments that dissolved before reaching the ground.

…

In a distant village, a family of four huddled in a collapsed building watched the crimson-black tide approaching. The corruption had been mere feet away, close enough to feel malevolent heat radiating from its surface.

They prepared for dissolution, for curses to consume them at the molecular level.

But then gold swept over the tide.

The crimson-black disappeared beneath radiance, transforming instantly. The family felt warmth washing through them, not burning but comforting in a warm hug. Their wounds began healing, exhaustion lifting, and hope returning to eyes that had shown only despair.

Across Eastern Hesod, thousands experienced identical revelation. The tide they'd feared, and corruption that promised death to anything touched, was turning gold before their eyes.

The malevolence was being purified, transmuted into something that healed rather than harmed.

…

Phantasm Beasts throughout the forest watched the transformation. Forest Roots, standing on ancient trees, observed gold spreading below. Kungala, crouching in clearings, saw corruption vanishing beneath radiance. Tetan positioned on ruined battlements tracked light's progress across the landscape.

Where gold passed, destruction reversed. Trees that had been consumed by Dark Silence's roots began regrowing. Grass sprouted from soil that had been barren for centuries.

Flowers bloomed in accelerated time-lapse, covering ground in carpets of color that hadn't existed since the Golden Age.

The Phantasm Beasts felt peace settling over them. The corruption driving their existence was being cleansed, allowing choice for the first time.

Some began dissolving voluntarily, returning to nature rather than remaining as unnatural constructs. Others remained, transformed from monsters that were controlled into their old selves.

…

Seekers and Luminous Knights throughout Eastern Hesod experienced sudden healing. Warriors who'd been injured fighting Phantasm Beasts, the roots, and pushing themselves to escape the tide felt their wounds closing.

Broken bones set themselves while internal damage is repaired at a visible rate. Their exhaustion quickly leaves them, replaced by vitality as if they had a full night's rest.

Black-coated Seekers stared at their hands in disbelief. White-robed Luminous Knights examined themselves, searching for injuries that no longer existed.

The light had touched everyone simultaneously, healing indiscriminately regardless of faction or origin.

…

Marie and the others stood at Helios's crater edge, watching transformation sweep across the landscape.

Their eyes widened simultaneously, shock rendering them speechless.

The crimson-black tide was fading and transforming into something else entirely. Where corruption had flowed, normal, clear, and pure water now appeared clear with no trace of malevolence.

Grass sprouted along banks, growing at an impossible speed until entire channels were lined with green.

The tide that had promised continental destruction was becoming sea. The nightmare Charles had unleashed was being transformed into a blessing through gathered belief made manifest.

…

Reinhard stood before Charles. Both had descended with the spear's impact, falling through a transformed tide that no longer burned.

They stood on solid ground that had appeared beneath corruption's surface, the earth restored through light's passage.

The spear of light remained embedded in Charles's chest. The weapon was shrinking rapidly, energy dispersing now that its purpose was fulfilled. Hundred-foot length became fifty feet, then twenty, then a human-sized weapon Reinhard could wield single-handed.

Reinhard switched his grip at the final moment. His hands repositioned, catching the spear as it reduced to manageable dimensions while still through Charles.

The weapon pulsed against his palms, warm, alive, and carrying gratitude from thousands who'd contributed power.

Charles's Chimera body was breaking down.

Phantasm Beast parts dissolved under the light's continued effect, being purged from the human frame that had carried it for centuries. Antlers crumbled to dust, teeth retracted and disappeared, while the spikes fell away, leaving clean flesh behind.

The black mask remained intact but cracked, spreading across the featureless surface.

Charles coughed before blood emerged from beneath the mask's edge, crimson liquid staining the white robe further. His knees buckled, strength finally failing after sustaining impossible defense, but the spear through held him up.

His voice emerged weak but clear. "I see..." The words carried acceptance rather than regret. "This is it, huh?"

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