Destiny Headquarters — Floating Island
So this… is the Second Herrscher?
Durandal stood atop the scorched floating island, smoke rising around her as she stared at the purple figure hovering in the sky.
The appearance, the aura, the visual profile—everything matched the historical records exactly.
But that was impossible.
Sirin had died more than a decade ago.
How could she—of all people—be here again?
Durandal clenched her weapon.
She had never personally witnessed the Second Eruption, but she knew the stories:
Cecilia Schariac, Destiny's strongest Valkyrie of that era, died fighting Sirin.
Sirin's body had been secured and stored in Destiny Headquarters for years.
So why… Why was Sirin standing here now?
Before she could chase the thought further, Otto's voice came through the communicator.
"Durandal."
"Bishop."
"Engage the Second Herrscher and test her strength.
But control your force.
I need to observe."
Otto's tone was calm, but she could sense the tension beneath it.
He needed confirmation—
Was this truly the resurrected Sirin, or merely a counterfeit wearing her face?
And he couldn't risk escalating recklessly.
Not when:
The Fourth Herrscher's location was unknown
Fu Hua remained unconscious
Theresa had not yet returned with Judah
Black Abyss White Flower and Void Archives were still in the Fourth Herrscher's hands
Destiny's overall combat power had fallen sharply
If the Fourth Herrscher was nearby, observing from the shadows, one wrong move could be catastrophic.
And in Otto's analysis, there was strong reason to believe she was involved.
Surveillance footage inside HQ showed the Second Herrscher arriving through spatial manipulation—a power belonging to the Herrscher of the Void.
And the Herrscher of the Void's core had been inside K423—
K423, who had been captured by the Fourth Herrscher not long ago.
Putting the pieces together:
The Fourth Herrscher had likely used the authority of Death to resurrect Sirin, armed her with the Void core, and sent her to attack Destiny Headquarters.
Whether as an experiment…
or as bait.
If Sirin cried for help, the Fourth Herrscher would almost certainly appear.
Otto's eyes glimmered with both anticipation and calculation.
Perhaps… This was his chance.
If Sirin carried:
The Void core
The Flame core
And possibly even the Death core
Then Destiny had the rare opportunity to reclaim those cores.
And if she only carried one or two—still valuable.
As long as the Fourth Herrscher did not intervene, everything would unfold under his control.
Don't disappoint me, Second Herrscher.
Otto leaned forward, eyes fixed on the battle feed.
Sirin
The girl floating in the air narrowed her eyes, glaring at the approaching Valkyrie.
"Another insect…
You remind me of that liar.
But it doesn't matter—
I'll send you on your way soon enough~"
Her voice was melodic, almost playful, but laced with murderous irritation.
She was here on a mission—
a task assigned by the "godlike" entity known as the System.
Fulfilling it was all that mattered.
But… something about this human girl bothered her.
A faint, unwelcome familiarity.
And beneath that—
A deeper mystery:
Why is it that I—who hold six Herrscher cores and am beloved by 'God'—still fall short of that other world's single-core Sirin…?
Thinking about the second half of her mission—the transformation target—made her mood even stranger.
But whatever the reason, she would carry it out.
After all, no matter the world, Sirin was still Sirin.
Durandal
A "liar"?
What was she talking about?
Durandal dismissed the confusion.
The Bishop was waiting—there was no time to waste.
She lacked Black Abyss White Flower for this battle, but she still wielded:
Eternal Helical Herder
The Bright Knight: Moonlight Godslayer armor
The sanctuary power of the Sacred Sword
The World Bubble within her body
Combined, these made her more than capable of fighting on a Herrscher's level.
She kicked off the ground, launching herself toward Sirin.
"Haaah—!"
Sirin
Sirin smiled, eyes lighting up with childish cruelty.
"Come then—
Entertain me to your heart's content~"
To her, Durandal was nothing more than an insect—
a disposable toy.
She was the beloved apostle of "God," a chosen herald of humanity's destruction.
No mere human could ever threaten her.
And now?
She would enjoy proving it.
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