The ending of Capital of the Dead bought many consequences for Phantasia — decline of Grand Empire’s influence, the Adamakles System, seeds of Genolorde Program, loss of faith in the Seven Continental Alliance and the Mandatory Recruitment Order. All of which exploded in consecutive global escalations that thankfully ended when Horizon Dawn emerged from the shadow to restore peace and order.

Sadly, the story of how the almighty, all-beautiful Knight of Glass broke the wall separating reality and slap that cocky bitch — Primordial Universal — in hyperluminal beating before shooting down extinction-level meteor would be a story for another book (Knights of Tomorrow, by yours truly). The current narration was about Trimegal.

Trimegal’s greatest legacy was its defeat. But such was a testament to raw-potential exhibit by the Knight of Glass and Dragon of Creation, thus providing more blatant evidences to the suicidal incompetency of the five generals and Emperor Solomek Grandy in downplaying their accomplishment.

Height approaching 165 meters, Trimegal’s construction method was a mystery. As a witness to its first and final battle, I found it unbelievable Orwell built such golem under a week. Although, its more fitting description is synthetic dragon. The mech is a three-headed dragon sporting two-pairs of wings powered by Space Amalgam spell-craft. Each three heads came equipped with different weapons: left; wind, mid; pollution, right; lightning. Custom ice-composite armor-plating specifically designd to receive and regenerate from trauma acted as Trimegal’s scale — providing it with massive defense and low-temperature aura. Its flesh — a theoretical insight into Trimegal’s construction — revealed to be a biological mass woven with genetically alter flesh of World Enemy Sol Grandy.

Trimegal’s brute strength — lend from its size and mass — easily surpassed that a full-grown A-rank dragon. It armors withstood the combine barrages of [Assault Flora] and [Radioactive Fire] from Knight of Glass and Dragon of Creation during their youth. Its breath easily destroyed building block by force, not counting various side-effects. Further dissection also revealed Mana disrupting field radiating from Trimegal, which was devastating to convention Phantasian mage (but not HD’s knights).

Among its weapons, Trimegal’s flesh — the seedbed of Genolorde Program — proved the greatest obstacle in its destruction. Orwell Mehest successfully dissected Sol Grandy’s biological tissue and created a substitute cell lace with Amalgam from his own biological material. He effectively removed the tissue vulnerability to radiation by uploading the original blueprint to the Spiritium Crystal acting as Trimegal’s heart and power source. Aside from Mana storage, the cell was capable of Sol Grandy’s corrosion ray emission, regeneration, minion creation and transformation. These tissues also gave Trimegal additional ability to use Ice-attribute spells on a massive scale. Analysis of this tissue eventually led to a desperate joint project between the weakening Grand Empire and the Isle of Knowledge (led by former director El Acerbia) to produce super-soldiers with artificial Inherit Skill with World Enemy’s flesh — namely the Genolorde Program.

== Excerpt from Duchess Andries Sellovett, Horizon Era Historical ==

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The Trimegal roared, releasing shock-wave of force rippling across the sky.

Melody and Luxinna braced themselves against the three-headed dragon of Ice and Cthulhu-approved organic matters. The dragon towered over the sky, dwarfing the girl-team. With fierce glared from three pairs of eyes, the degraded soul of Sol Grandy reacted predictably upon recalling two familiar faces.

“DIIIIEEE!!!”

What a charming lad.

The three heads unleashed their breath. Luxinna tanked the lightning torrent. Melody dodged the wind-funnel tilling the earth and met the mist of pressurize pollutant with [Radioactive Fire]. The elf leaped into the sky, activating her [Glass Weaving (A)] at full-throttle. Thirty-five jasmines emerged from emptiness, and the elf floored the trigger like she owned the casino.

“[Flower of Victory: Discharge Round],” Luxinna slashed [Historia] in an orchestral swoop. “Volley fire! Blanket Annihilation!”

Various aerodynamic blades launched from [Assault Flora] at Mach 12, peppering Trimegal in artillery explosion of force and lightning. The three-headed dragon lurched to one side after eating the total output of 315 explosives rounds-per-second. Luxinna’s initial barrages would turn average wyvern into a smeared, but not Trimegal. The dragon tanked the hell-shower with gusto. Its ice armor slowly adapting to the raw destructive energy, dispensing protective ice-mast as it reformed. Luxinna frowned. Her blades were freezing before the impact, blunting her DPS significantly.

“Stop it, tree-hugger,” Melody hovered beside Luxinna in her Draconic forms. “That thing is adapting to your attack. I will handle this.”

“DIIEEE!!”

“Just shut up!”

Melody molded her [Radioactive Fire] into a giant sphere 10 meters wide and threw the giant fireball at the three-headed dragon. Trimegal grunted beneath the heat and radiation. Ice-armor melted. Red-fleshed charred with orange grotesque boils. The artificial dragon roared, two pairs of wings behind it black glowed with Mana. Space rippled under the wing spell-craft, sending a wave of spatial fluctuation which dispelled the flames and knocked the belligerent gal-team from the sky.

“Space spells,” Melody readjusted her bearing. “Great. That thing got three flavors of breath weapons, spatial defense, high-grade armor and regeneration. What next?”

“DIIIEEE!!!”

What an impressive vocabulary worthy.

Trimegal’s six-eyes glowed with crimson light, shooting six-corroding beam that barely missed the duo as they plowed through a section of the Fire-quarters. 100-meter curtain of devastating energy erupted like Volcano following the optic blast that tempted Scott Summers into a lawsuit. Thankfully, the Fire-quarter was a dead-zone. If such attack reached Earth-quarter, the death-toll would be horrific.

“A mother-fucking laser beam,” Luxinna’s jaw dropped. “That is just unfair.”

Pieces of crimson fresh pried themselves from Trimegal and reformed into crimsons wyvern with ice-armor. Meanwhile, the orange boils on its body shrank as auto-regeneration activated.

“Minions?” Luxinna complained in a fit of jealousy. “Why can’t we have minion? I want minion! Hey, Mel, help me tablet a minion request the next congress conference!”

“It is Melody, not Mel,” The demoness scanned Trimegal with [Heavenly Eye]. “The crystal is inside its chest. With its protection, we must decommission this junk to destroy the crystal. It’s only a humongous scrap with six laser-beams, three breath weapons, a bunch of minions and space-barrier. We can trash it in a minute.”

Magic circles appeared on Trimegal’s hand as it unleashed [Snowstorm]. [Snowstorm] might only rank around mid-tier in spell’s totem-pole, but spells cast by giant mechanical dragon backed by an entire Leyline was nothing to laugh at.

Blizzard engulfed the area, burying the elf and demon in mini-Antarctica.

“Ice-attribute spells?” Melody guffawed as snow raged on. “How did Orwell give elemental attribute to artificial dragon?”

“Wonderful,” Luxinna laughed darkly. Overloaded enemy never bothered her anyway. “Don’t let it go to your brain, Orwell. A stack move set won’t stop us from turning your dragon into ice-castle.”

Frozen the battled field was, the two Princesses let it go in a spectacular musical of violence

…

Horizon Dawn’s version of Frozen would sadly need to hold for a few chapters. In this episode of Venistalis’ Celebrity, we bought you the Foxy of Divine Clan VS Next Age Human.

Shyme’s entry was dynamic.

[Burning War: Ignition Slice]

She swung at Orwell with red-hot halberd. Orange light flickered and air-shimmered as sharpened flames carved streets and ruins into flying slabs of hot-rock. Most impressive. Darth Vader approved with solid +10.

“Lady Enma? How?” Princess Velnia scored -5 on uptake per usual.

“Get the hell out of here, Velnia,” Shyme yelled, trying to shove her halberd into Orwell Mehest’s brain. “I will kill this bastard. Your first crush be damned!”

+15 from heartbreak, Sheeve was fetching his popcorn.

Despite Shyme’s proclamation, Orwell wasn’t dead. He stopped Shyme’s halberd with his bare hand. Bare hand coated with spectral Amalgam’s energy to be specific.

Solid +10, bare-hand blade-block was a staple villain’s tradition famously advertised by Aisen-sama.

“Yo, Shyme, I recommend you take your incest fetish and go home,” Orwell pressed her button. “You should realize how outclass you are, uncle-con.”

Shyme turned beet-red.

Brutal. +100 on psychological attack. Severus! Played Despacito.

“SHUT UP!”

Shyme swung her leg down in a kick.

[Enma Style: Divine Stung]

With a spectral image of a fox coating her limb, Shyme brough her leg crashing on Orwell’s shoulder. The fox’s head slammed into purple armor in a clash of energy. Ground caved beneath their collision, sending rock and debris flying. Mercia and Starlight hurried from the brawl with Princess Velnia in their arms, screaming like they saw Dracula naked.

Velnia coughed, thick smokes from mortal combat fared badly for her delicate lungs. Beside her, Mercia’s eyes widened. The knight grasped the Princess’s head and dove, barely evading Shyme Enma’s flying body.

+30, gentlemen must respect spirit

Shyme bounced across the floor, shattering the rock with every collision, before rolling to her feet and launched herself to attack.

[Burning War: Infernal Chakram]

Multitude of fire rings cut toward Orwell.

“Copying Chuang of all people?” Orwell created a wall of ice, nullifying the attack in an explosion of steam and ice. “Do you learn from last time?”

Shyme ignored Orwell’s taunting and pressed ahead full steam.

[Enma Style: Dragon Dance]

Purple aura coated Shyme’s body. Her footsteps lightened. Her speed increased. Enma’s clan collected many techniques in its history, but [Dragon Dance] placed as the best body-steroid. As Mana-channeling technique that repeatedly increased the user speed, magic power and strength with time.

[Dragon Dance] may not pay in spectacle, but it belongs in Gyarados’s move-set for many good reasons. Ash Ketchum deposited +60.

Orwell surrendered some ground to Shyme and cast a spell.

“[Ice Create: Ice Wall]”

A thick icy wall shot from the ground separating the two. Unfazed, Shyme buried her palm into the ice. Her red-hot armor melted into the wall like lava. She gritted her teeth, triggered her ability and launching a torching beam of fire that detonated its target upon collision.

An entire block lit aflame, but spectacle didn’t change the fact she missed. +20 for effort.

Shyme’s pupil shifted to the left, seeing Orwell pointing his index finger in her face.

“[Ice Create: Cold Sentence]”

Orwell’s fingertip shone. Blue ray of cold Mana engulfed the fox-girl and sizable chunks of land behind her. Shyme tanked the attack, grabbing Orwell by his arm.

“Got you,” Shyme red-hot armor slowly evaporated the frost.

Unamused Orwell flicked his finger and Shyme suddenly blasted backward.

Nagato Uzumaki returned with a placard. +45. Almighty Push never got old.

“Burning War's Maridupoa Armor-set,” Orwell commented. “An enhancement-gear that amplifies fire-spell and store heat energy. It effectively magnifies your fire-resistance and gave you ice-immunity. Only thirty of those were forged from Armes’ Maridupoa hunt. Guess rumors of Enma Clan destroying Burning Warrior Church’s remnant are true.”

Shyme didn’t bat an eye.

“They start first.”

Orwell chuckled and shook his head in disappointment.

“How can a woman with your intellect turn so blind,” frost spread from Orwell’s feet. “Guess, even mass-murderer can repay the community. After our bout, Phantasia will suffer one less Enma. Samadi might even thank me for removing garbage in his stead.”

Harvey Dent phoned in. He tipped Orwell with a +25.

[Orwell’s Original: Arctic’s Circle Familiar Summoning]

Ice portal grew behind Orwell, unleashing a hose of green flames.

[Deathless Amalgam: Mana Igniter]

“Same trick won’t work twice!” Shyme barged through the flames. Her ring and necklace glittered, erecting a glowing film of light, blocking the green Amalgam. Shyme slashed with her glowing halberd, igniting waves of fire engulfing Orwell and the street behind him.

The flames burnt brightly before one man’s frost snuffed it out.

“Holy Church’s anti-curse set; an S-grade at that,” Orwell tried and failed to suppress his boredom. “Is that your best preparation? Stolen Maridupoa Armor to stop my ice? Holy Church’s accessory to prevent my Amalgam from cursing your Mana? Enma’s Dragon Ash Halberd for added fire-amplification, stored A-rank fire-spell and Magic defense-penetration. Disappointing, Enma, I can’t express how much you disappointed. Are you stupid enough to believe changing gear guarantee a win?”

Shyme grunted, spinning her fiery Halbert into an attack stance.

“No, but this will.”

[Inherited Skill: Divine Beast Raiment]

Raw Mana circulated around Shyme. Pale lilac mist lighted her hands and feet like fur-cuffs woven from Mana. Shyme black-hair glowed with lilac light as her fox-ears burned in a fire of similar shade. Fur of Mana draped on her collar, stretching in arrow-shape to her abdomen and tail-bone.

Shyme went Super Saiyan! Vegeta lauded her +200!

“[Divine Beast Raiment],” Orwell barely lifted his eyelids. “Enma’s clan super-mode for doubling your stat at a price. Are you that desperate to beat me?”

Shyme didn’t waste time to answer. The clocked was ticking. She got a minute to end Orwell with her power-level of 21000, surpassing even the Queen of 33 Stars — Tai Hua Tianshang. She shot toward Orwell’s Mehest at full-power.

Orwell waited patiently for Shyme’s subsonic velocity flaming tackle to arrive.

“[Enma Style: Divine Fox Swallow World]!”

Shyme transformed into a face of a flaming fox twice the size of a house, chomping the jaw large enough to eat a school bus in a gulp.

Naruto’s forgettable classmate approved +100 to Shyme’s bank.

Orwell didn’t even bother raising a second ice-wall. He let Shyme’s 1500-Celsius flames swallowed him and punted the fox-girl in her stomach with one sharp kick. Miss Enma received Orwell’s counter-attack mid-attempting to halve him vertically, and disappeared in the direction she came, skidding across the broken ground like pebbles hopping over the river.

Silence from the judge. Holy shit. Aisen lifted a placard! +300 for worf-effect!

Shyme rolled to the finish-line without her halberd. Being a gentleman, Orwell returned her weapon in a single throw. The 2 meters blade-on-stick struck the earth hair-breath from the fox-girl’s perfect nose. Shyme didn’t protest. Enma clan’s young mistress already occupied herself with vomiting her breakfast.

“How?” Shyme gasped after recovering from the gross reunion with her salad.

“Surprise?” Orwell loftily narrated, unharmed by the lingering inferno. Purple ghostly armor emerged over him, shielding Orwell from the flames as he stalked to crush the girl with double his stats.

“You look down at human, thinking we are lesser without [Divine Core] or [Inherited Skill]. First, Wayward. Then me and Samadi. Do you love being humiliated by mere human that much?”

Escanor decided his reward — solid +450. The Lion sin is generous.

“My grandfather may die before my birth, but his inheritance is eternal. Human might be the weakest species on this shitty hell-scape, but that weakness — the admittance we know nothing— taught us true strength. We learned curiosity and inventiveness, creating tool to better ourselves. My grandfather lived, wishing mankind can stand proud among the star. The Grand Empire may snuff his life, but mankind inherits his gift.”

A ghostly imaged of a six-arms skeleton hardened behind Orwell.

“Behold! My Adamakles! My Glory of Man! Dreamed by my Great-Grandfather. Progressed under my Grandfather! Protected by my Parents. Breakthrough by Samael Wayward! Completed by me! Shyme Enma, be thankful you witnessed this fruit of mankind’s perseverance. An evolution of magical-system surpassing spell-crafting and cultivation technique!”

…

—Score—

Velnia: -5 — Dismal

Shyme: +405 — Badass

Orwell: + 960 — Savage

…

Near the Central Palace, Vice-Captain Chamomile Elragorn staggered away, fleeing from rows of collapsing houses. Her right arm hung uselessly, while her left arm gripped her sword. However, her eyes lost their fighting-spirit mere minute into the battle.

A shadow darkened the ground beneath her, forcing her to scamper away from the humongous pieces of a house crash-landing at terminal velocity. Chamomile crawled on fours like a scared puppy. The Vice-Captain luckily glanced back, barely blocking the beam of energy with her sword coated in yellow Qi.

Still, momentum was a smug asshole who didn’t mind digging a spanking new trench with Chamomile’s body.

Chamomile’s blade broke from its hilt as she knelt to the monster in a mixture of begging and exhaustion.

“Please,” She cried. “Captain Hex, please come back to your sense?”

The monster — Stuart Hex — roared.