Hearing Da Vinci's inquiry, Lott's curiosity was piqued.
"Originally, this place was singular and incompatible with the original pan-human history," Da Vinci explained. "However, there is now a different timeline here, one that is not based on our original world."
She looked at Lott, a sense of relief softening her features. "It seems we don't have to fight each other. If this timeline can integrate perfectly with the world, then it will exist in parallel to our own. We could even communicate and share resources between the two."
Lott scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Is that possible?"
Da Vinci nodded. "It's actually quite simple to achieve."
At that moment, Merlin and Scáthach appeared beside them. While Scáthach wore a slight smile, Merlin's expression was more bittersweet. He understood that when the timeline changed, his Clairvoyance would disappear—and so would Scáthach's—but for her, this was a relief. The unknown future was far more intriguing.
"Let's finish this," Scáthach urged, pointing at Oberon, who was now severely weakened. "Defeat that monstrous insect dragon once and for all!"
Lott looked up at the towering form of the mutated Oberon and couldn't help but grimace. "How exactly are we supposed to take down something that huge?"
Morgan stepped forward confidently, a determined smile on her lips. "It's not as hard as it seems. But I will need your help," she said, addressing the Chaldeans.
"What do you need us to do?" Ritsuka Fujimaru asked.
"Nalan Slaughter and Agravain are still in Ireland. I need them to pledge their loyalty to me," Morgan stated firmly.
Ritsuka thought for a moment, then nodded. "I understand."
Using her established connections, Ritsuka contacted Agravain. After a brief conversation, Agravain turned to Morgan and spoke solemnly, "I understand, Your Majesty Morgan. We in Ireland pledge our loyalty to you."
Morgan nodded in response, her expression softening slightly. "Thank you. And rest assured, things in this world will not continue as they did."
Agravain smiled faintly, his eyes reflecting both bitterness and hope. "We believe in you."
With the entirety of Britain under her rule, Morgan's power surged. She turned to Lott, her eyes glowing with determination.
"Come, husband. Let's deliver a decisive blow to Gaia."
Lott grasped her outstretched hand, their energies intertwining.
"Joyeuse, Rhongomyniad, it's time for you to show your true power," they chanted together.
A brilliant crimson and multicolored light shot from their combined forces, hurtling toward Oberon. The impact was overwhelming.
Penetration. Destruction. Victory.