"...These six spaces, no, these six connected 'rings', correspond to which part of Orario?"
"The center of Orario, no, more accurately, the central zone surrounding the Dungeon's 'Great Hole'. It's just slightly larger than the central plaza."
Lifting his gaze toward the trembling Anakitty, Fron answered her question with eyes completely devoid of emotion.
At this point, even if they now knew Orario was sitting on top of a super-giant bomb, what could they do? The enemy had already revealed their hand.
The only thing left for them was to defeat the enemy head-on; otherwise, the world could only return to chaos.
To verify the accuracy of Fron's information, Riveria had Raul bring a scale-accurate map of Orario.
Under the crowd's expectant gazes, she placed it over the artificial labyrinth's design diagram, and found that, just as Fron had said, the city's central district overlapped perfectly.
At that moment, everyone finally understood.
They understood the enemy's goal.
They understood what Enyo intended to accomplish.
"Planning to use that terrifying 'Magic' that once destroyed that terrifying ancient Evil Dragon... to blow, not blow, flip Orario into the air?" Raul's ashen-faced voice echoed in the office.
The enemy possessed overwhelmingly powerful Fallen Spirits.
If they weren't just meant to run wild but were instead used in a more "magical" way, turned into massive 'magic-furnace cores', the resulting destruction would be unimaginable.
"Ais, did you see any cultivation tanks or containers of some sort when you invaded from underground?" Fron pondered briefly, then turned to ask Ais.
The girl froze for a moment, then closed her eyes and recalled the scenes she had witnessed, carefully piecing together the fragmented memories.
"...I saw them in the artificial labyrinth. The number of large containers was 'seven'."
During the first assault on the artificial labyrinth, in the hall where Ais encountered the red-haired woman, several large containers, devices used to cultivate 'orb embryos', had been present.
Recalling that sight, Ais voiced her unease. Fron followed: "Excluding the bull-type Fallen Spirits released by Ishtar which I defeated... the number matches, doesn't it?"
From all collected information and deductions, the current number of 'Fallen Spirits' was indeed six. That aligned perfectly with Fron's earlier assessment.
"...So, that bastard Enyo, wasn't playing any siege game, nor brewing some elaborate plan. He was simply enjoying the remaining time, waiting for the moment the feast began?"
"Your metaphor is good, but I still need to say this: right now, at this very moment, the bomb capable of flipping all of Orario has already entered its final countdown." Fron tapped the map on the wall, solemnly reminding everyone present.
With his declaration defining the nature of this incident, oppressive silence and heavy pressure filled the entire room.
Until the Familia's deity, Loki, spoke.
"Some time ago, I confirmed it with Ouranos at the Guild. If the main body of the 'Fallen Spirits' is truly as we suspect, meaning the true great spirit itself has also been corrupted, then… would those grown 'spirits' be capable of activating that ritual?"
As Loki spoke, she borrowed Fron's quill, stood beside him, and drew new red lines on the map.
Everyone's gaze followed the quill's tip. Loki drew several simplified glyphs inside the large ring formed by the six smaller connected circles.
They formed a huge magic array starting from six 'furnace cores'.
"Unfortunately... the possibility that the enemy can activate the technique is, almost certainly true."
As she finished drawing, a massive circular diagram appeared before everyone.
It was the legendary secret art that annihilated the Evil Dragon Nidhogg, the ring spell.
Judging from Fron's description during the communication, this extermination ritual that once destroyed the Evil Dragon, the ring spell, it was without doubt a power second only to the Arcanum of the gods. It could be called the greatest 'miracle of destruction' in the lower world.
After all, everyone knew: great spirits themselves were helpers sent by the gods in ancient times, before they descended, to help mortals fight monsters, they were also known as avatars of the gods.
Six of them working together, activated through a ritual‐based magic, could produce power comparable to, perhaps even rivaling, 'Arcanum'. That was completely reasonable.
"Heh, maybe you don't know, but in one ancient text I found that recorded magical lore, there was a partial explanation of this technique.
In legend, it has another name: Gate of Heaven. By arranging spirits upon a massive ritual altar and using them as media to summon the power of the heavens, heavenly pillars nearly equivalent to divine might, it becomes a powerful spell... No, this should really be called straight-up 'cheating'."
Fron's tone dripped with ridicule. For someone like him, a so-called 'normal person' who improved himself through relentless study, this kind of thing was the most infuriating.
"..." Everyone in the room gaped wordlessly, utterly stunned by the scale of that power.
A power approaching Arcanum.
Their minds struggled to keep up with the magnitude Fron described.
Words alone could not make them imagine the sheer terror of such a scene.
This was the importance of having seen the world.
"Such destructive power... could really flip all of Orario with ease?" Bete's eyelid twitched violently as he stared at Loki, clearly terrified by Fron's explanation.
"Flip Orario? No, no, no, Fron was actually being conservative. It should be: Orario, the surrounding land, and even the port town Melen, all of it, down to the last blade of grass, would be blown away together."
"..."
"..."
A dead silence.
Realizing that something like that was currently counting down beneath their feet, a bone-deep chill spread through the room.
A terror cold enough to freeze the soul.
Everyone was completely frozen in fear.
If some of them still had doubts about Fron's words before... then after Loki's supplementation, they could finally accept that this unbelievable thing truly existed within Orario.