Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 391: It Didn’t Fall From the Sky - 10

At one intense moment in her battle with Shei, the progenitor Tyrkanzyaka felt a surge of discomfort.

It wasn’t because of Shei herself, but an irritating sensation, akin to needles lightly pricking her skin. Such feelings typically arose when someone nearby brushed against the divine—a saint, or perhaps a member of the Sacred Sword Order.

Tyrkanzyaka ceased her assault and turned to glance in one direction. In doing so, she failed to notice a chunk of stone hurtling toward her, striking her and crushing her frame. Yet the impact meant nothing to her. She simply stood intact, gazing steadily into the depths of the Cloud Waterfall.

“...This is troubling.”

“Focus!”

Her opponent, the regressor, shouted furiously as Tyrkanzyaka abruptly lost interest in their fight. Yet Tyrkanzyaka had already withdrawn her attention from Shei.

“There is an order to these things. Step aside. There is somewhere I must go first.”

“You pick a fight of your own accord, and now you want to walk away? Are you running?”

“Think of it as you wish.”

Shei was undoubtedly connected to the Holy Crown Church. Perhaps, as Hilde suggested, she might even be a saint. At the very least, she had to be a member of the Sacred Sword Order. Logically, this made sense.

But such facts could be ignored. Up until now, Shei had neither used divine power nor displayed any hint of foresight. If she had, even slightly, the progenitor Tyrkanzyaka would have detected it immediately and launched an attack. Conversely, so long as Shei concealed it, Tyrkanzyaka might leave her alone.

Unlike Shei, whose fate hinged on Tyrkanzyaka’s whims, this current discomfort was genuine. The nauseating stench of a saint pervaded the air. Dismissing Shei entirely, Tyrkanzyaka turned away.

“If you wish, I’ll entertain you when my business is finished. But for now...”

The distant gaze of someone peering down at all of creation pierced the progenitor. That oppressive sensation—an understanding of her fury, her scars, and her struggles, as if everything had been unraveled and declared inevitable—filled Tyrkanzyaka with certainty.

There was no mistaking it. This was a saint. The eternal adversary of the progenitor.

Infuriated, Tyrkanzyaka’s aura bristled. Any who dared approach her now would face annihilation, reduced to a mere splash of blood. Not that anyone in their right mind would venture close to an enraged progenitor.

Except, perhaps, under divine mandate.

A gust of wind surged, and suddenly, a fist collided with Tyrkanzyaka’s face.

Her body was hurled like a ball, taking nearly ten seconds to hit the ground after being flung dozens of meters. Tumbling across the earth, she finally came to a halt against Claudia’s outer wall.

The progenitor, humanity’s greatest terror, had been repelled. The one who achieved this monumental feat wielded a small, bandaged fist. Shei recognized her and murmured:

“Peruel?”

The Steel Saint, Peruel, stood with her hood pulled low. She gave Shei a slight nod.

“To stand against the great foe... this too must be fate’s guidance.”

“What? Why are you here?”

“There is no need to question. The fact that this servant is present means that there is a purpose for me here. Its nature will reveal itself in time.”

Shei knew Peruel. In the countless regressions, encounters with saints were inevitable, and she had crossed paths with the Steel Saint, Peruel, more times than she cared to count. While they had never interacted deeply on a personal level, Shei knew Peruel far better than most.

Shei ceased her questioning. She knew exactly who Peruel was and what she represented.

“How dare a servant of the gods show herself before meeeeee!”

And so, as Tyrkanzyaka reemerged from the shadows to attack Peruel, Shei worried less for the girl destined to endure the progenitor’s wrath and more for the progenitor attacking her.

“If you truly wish to die, I shall grant your wish!”

Tyrkanzyaka’s claws, capable of rending steel, slashed toward Peruel. Even before recovering her heart, such strength was formidable. But now, with her heart restored, she was even more powerful.

Yet, against the Steel Saint alone, it would have been better if Tyrkanzyaka had never reclaimed her heart.

Peruel didn’t move. She neither dodged nor attempted to block the attack. Instead, she stood motionless, eyes wide open, watching the claws hurtling toward her.

The claws made contact.

Tyrkanzyaka’s arm shattered under the force of its own attack. As blood splattered, the Steel Saint remained unscathed, her bandaged fist clenched tightly. She muttered softly:

“This servant has not yet reached her time of death. That future does not exist.”

The Steel Saint’s foresight differed from that of other saints. While saints observed the world to shape destiny, Peruel could only foresee her own future—where she would be, what she would be doing.

Fragile, doubtful creatures might falter even under divine revelation, questioning and ultimately abandoning their faith when it led to their demise.

But Peruel, blessed by the first saint, was different.

To see, believe, and act—all was God’s will.

The already determined future offered her divine protection.

Once again, Peruel extended her fist.

No obstacle, whether the progenitor or a mountain, could impede a future observed by the Steel Saint. Her punch ignored Tyrkanzyaka entirely, piercing through space itself, pushing aside all that dared to occupy the sanctified trajectory of her actions.

Tyrkanzyaka’s arm was obliterated. Her body, unable to withstand the combined forces of Peruel’s strength and her own, crumbled, scattering into fragments. The force sent her hurtling once more into the distance.

Twice now, the progenitor had been repelled. A feat that might astonish others, but for Peruel, it was routine.

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“With such crude methods, there is no chance of this servant’s defeat. Progenitor, no matter the changes you’ve undergone, the fact that I am here is itself divine guidance.”

Unstoppable because nothing could impede her.

Invincible because none could rival her.

The one who brought God’s will to the world was indeed the Holy Crown Church’s strongest.

And yet...

“Is that all you have to offer—mere resilience?!”

The shattered body rewound itself. Blood reformed into flesh, and fragments returned to their rightful places. Bones and muscles that had vanished entirely were restored as if nothing had happened.

Vampires did not die. Their immortality lay not in durability, but regeneration. Even if they were momentarily broken, they would return to their original state.

To truly destroy a vampire required specific rituals, most of which were ineffective against a progenitor.

Darkness surged from Tyrkanzyaka. It was a shadow meant to obscure her from the eyes of the divine. It had no effect on Peruel, who observed only herself, yet it remained an irritating display of power. Peruel looked at her with dry, unyielding eyes.

“No matter what you do, you cannot harm this servant. However... it may take all day for you to realize that.”

“All day?! You lack patience. I can last for ten years!”

Without exaggeration, Tyrkanzyaka’s words rang true. She engulfed Peruel in darkness. The two vanished into a realm unseen by others.

[Progenitors are so stale and outdated. They couldn’t endure a thousand years without turning themselves into phenomena.]

Casual disdain for vampires was routine among those with even a modicum of faith. Hilde nodded in partial agreement.

“Considering her age, I suppose that’s understandable~.”

[They flail against destiny, but in truth, they’re its puppets, moving exactly as fate dictates.]

“Sigh. That’s right. She’s useless when it counts. Is this another dead end~? I knew it. No support this time?”

[Of course, there will be no support for you.]

The Thunder Overseer snapped her fingers. Lightning and thunder crackled in response. Recognizing the signal, figures darted forward through the thick fog.

“Thunder Overseer.”

Far too much time had passed. The once-chaotic city had reorganized its forces and sent them to seek out the Thunder Overseer.

The Thunder Guardians no longer dismissed the situation as an ordinary accident. Preparing for battle, they rallied their troops and sought their commander—a force loyal to Claudia, tasked with preserving the city's peace. Responding to the Overseer’s signal, they marched forward with heavy steps.

The Thunder Overseer addressed them.

“[Have the evacuations been completed?]”

“Yes. The trainees are leading the citizens to safety. Most of the Guardians are gathering here... Is this an invasion?”

The Thunder Overseer nodded in affirmation.

“[Yes. Fulfill your duty.]”

“Understood. Preparing for combat.”

At the command, the Thunder Guardians unleashed a storm of lightning.

Though individually they could not match the Thunder Overseer’s power, they wielded similar control over the forces of thunder. Lightning coiled around their arms or weapons, crackling with lethal energy.

One Guardian, holding a long spear, raised it high above his head. A small bolt of lightning shot into the air with a sharp crack, activating a colossal device designed to power the city.

The Thunderwheel—a watermill of lightning that sustained Claudia—transformed into a weapon of destruction.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Massive iron stakes fell from the sky, piercing the damp earth. Lightning surged through them, racing along the metallic conduits.

The collective power of the city converged in one place, creating a force no individual could hope to rival. The ground beneath Hilde trembled with electric charge, prompting her to whistle in amusement.

“Whew~. So all this power, and you plan to wipe out us just to hoard it for yourselves, huh?”

“[Corrupted beyond saving, aren’t you? This isn’t power—it’s a curse. But I suppose even a curse looks like strength to a heretic like you.]”

“For someone under a ‘curse,’ I seem to be in excellent health~.”

“[That is thanks to the grace of the divine.]”

The Thunder Overseer, now cloaked in lightning drawn from across the city, no longer resembled a human but an angel. Her outstretched wings spanned over ten meters, with arcs of smaller bolts flickering and rippling across her form. The sheer intensity of the lightning meant she no longer touched the ground.

This was the peak of the Thunder Overseer’s strength—a power bolstered by fate itself. Even for Hilde, victory was impossible. Spinning her twin sacred swords lazily, Hilde remarked:

“So, can I come in? Considering the Overseer of Rust is here?”

The Thunder Overseer’s gaze briefly shifted to Peru, who was huddled behind a makeshift steel wall near the Thunder God. Her face was pale, but she remained hidden behind her creation.

Even without the Golden Mirror, Peru’s presence alone was terrifying. The Thunder Overseer, privy to the secrets of the Arcanists, understood this better than anyone.

The power of rust could destroy even humans. While living beings could resist it to some extent, for Arcanists—who infused their bodies with alchemical substances—it was an unmitigated disaster. If Peru so desired, she could annihilate the entire Thunder Guard in an instant, leaving behind not even corpses but an insult to both life and soul.

Peru should have sided with the Arcanists. Yet she had chosen differently, and that choice could not be undone.

“[If her belief in the value she claims to uphold is genuine, then she would not use her power against humanity. It would violate her principles.]”

The Thunder Overseer, undeterred, calmly gave her next command.

“[Proceed. Do not attack the Overseer of Rust unless absolutely necessary.]”

Clank. Clank. The Thunder Overseer advanced, her soldiers following close behind, exuding a murderous aura. While Peru had erected temporary defenses, they would not hold indefinitely.

“Haa. Looks like I’ll be fighting alone~.”

Hilde sighed theatrically as she abruptly hurled one of her sacred swords. It spun like a dagger, slicing through the air toward the Thunder Overseer’s head. The Overseer easily dodged, tilting her head slightly as the blade harmlessly pierced the shadow of a lightning afterimage.

Though she could have deflected it, there was no reason to risk being struck by an unpredictable sacred weapon. Glancing at the sword as it sailed away, the Thunder Overseer murmured:

“[Today, this ends here.]”

“Hmmm~. How cowardly of you, fighting with a whole gang. This is why....”

Hilde shot a glance at Peru. Even if Peru were willing to unleash her devastating power, it was clear she had no intention of doing so.

Not that it mattered. Hilde hadn’t counted on Peru in the first place.

“Well, I guess I don’t have to feel guilty! You thought we were the only ones fighting dirty?”

“[We?]”

“I haven’t been sitting idle, you know!”

The rumble of the Thunder Guardians’ footsteps was suddenly drowned out. Something far more terrifying and ominous approached from the distance—not from Claudia, but from beyond the Cloud Waterfall.

Beyond the mist-shrouded mountains lay the domain of vampires.

Tonight, humanity would be forced to remember that truth.