Magician in Type-Moon

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Weightless, windless, and silent.

Yet, I could feel countless indifferent gazes slowly creeping up from behind me.

This is not the interior of any "world".

But -

Where the “boundary” lies.

The boundary hovers between the two.

Even the concept of "Matou Pond" could be squeezed out of existence at any time.

Completely forgotten by that beast.

—No, not forgotten.

But...

They were "integrated".

Integration...

Like a drop of water disappearing into the deep sea

Like a breath dissolving into the wind.

No longer having an individual shape,

There are no longer any boundaries called "I".

However, precisely because of this,

This feeling, on the contrary, was strangely familiar.

So familiar it sends chills down your spine, so familiar it makes your soul clench.

It felt like it wasn't the first time I'd experienced it, but rather... I'd already been through it all before.

"experience?"

Consciousness seemed to be hooked by this word.

On the verge of sinking into an abyss, I was forcibly pulled back by the word "experience".

It was like a hand, grabbing his remaining "self" just before he was about to be erased.

This feeling is...

—A sense of déjà vu.

No, it's not a vague illusion.

It's not a familiar illusion.

Rather, it is—a “memory” that actually existed.

My heart suddenly jolted.

Thoughts surged forth like a tidal wave.

A memory that had been sealed away layer by layer began to loosen.

In this place that is almost a "boundary," under the gaze of that beast, which is like a death sentence.

It began to... emerge.

That is--

The world of stars.

The feeling of being on edge and trembling in one's soul upon entering the Star Realm...

It was reproduced perfectly at this moment.

The Star Realm is also known as the Underworld.

However, it is not entirely equivalent to the narrow definition of "Yellow Springs" or "Hell" in mythology.

The real difference lies in – “scale”.

For example, the "Starry Realm" that the Night Calamity Clan can create.

It's just a localized alternate dimension, a realm similar to a bounded field.

The boundary only encompasses the area around Mount Kushiro.

A limited, individualized, nightmarish ghostly field.

But at this moment——

The Starry Realm he entered

It's on a completely different level from that kind of "localized darkness".

It is not a barrier, not a spell, not a simulation.

But -

An entire entity that is essentially the same as the "Rotten Rope Mountain Star Realm".

However, they are completely different fields in terms of scale and structure.

Like the chasm between the Age of Gods and the Modern Era.

Yes.

It's that kind of overwhelming gap.

"The Age of Gods" and "Modern Times".

The precipice between "true myths" and "the stories that have been told".

—Cerberus.

The "monster" of Albion, the Tomb of the Dead.

He gradually refocused.

The three-headed hound guarding the gates of the underworld.

Stationed on the other side of the River Styx

The dead must cross the river in Charon's boat—to Hades' domain.

Anyone who enters can pass through, but none of those who leave survive.

Cerberus cannot be reversed.

No return allowed.

What He guards is not the entrance, but the one-way passage.

That is precisely the definition of "death".

Not the end.

It was an irreversible journey through time.

You can enter, but you can't return.

So here—

The place where he stood at that moment

The space guarded by the prototype of "Cerberus"—

If it weren't for the "underworld" that truly exists in mythology,

What else could it be?

He began to understand.

This is not a barrier that borrows the imagery of the underworld.

It's not magic that imitates mythology.

But...

A real underworld that actually existed.

A mythical ley line reawakened through some kind of "downward contact"

Through the nexus of Albion, the root of all things,

Reproduced, connected, and calculated—

The original nether world.

Not a specific location on a planet.

It is not a symbolic space of mythology.

But -

The "underworld" itself in the entire Greek mythology.

Chapter 603 The Opening of the Meeting (4k)

The participants have all gathered together.

On the left sits the democratic monarch.

That is to say—

Ninth subject, Creativity, "Baruyeleta" - Inolei Baruyeleta Atolohom.

First Discipline, All Basic Courses: "Trampellio" - Magdana Trembellio Elrod.

On the right sat the aristocratic monarch and his agents.

The eighth discipline, the science of astronomy, is "Animusfia"—Olga Marie Yasmiret Animusfia.

The Third Discipline: Spirit Summoning - "Eulifus" - Rufreus Nazele Euriffis.

The seventh subject, Plant family, "Acherot"—May Lydèle Acherot.