Chapter 15: Inextinguishable Ravings… extinguished

Mahoraga noticed a little blonde girl not far from him, along with a larger bearded bespectacled man next to her. The latter stood silently like a statue, while the latter did not fee like a living being.

He ignored the stunned Eren who lay kneeling beside him, and began walking towards the tree.

"Stop!" Ymir said with a screeching voice, bringing Eren out of his stunned state.

She did not only say it, but also launched a torrent of the fine sand beneath them towards Mahoraga.

*Whoosh*

*Rustle*

As a few seconds passed, the little girl stopped her attack and began to turn around, getting ready to repeat her task of creating Titans in the sand like a small child.

"I will not be stalled by a puppet," the sound caused her figure to stiffen.

However, any action she was about to take was halted by a giant white palm that grasped her face.

*Crack*

Her head was cracked in many shards of glass. She was not able to turn into sand and reform herself. Instead, her very essence was solidified in her body before he had crushed it into fragments of its original self.

She was dead.

But Mahoraga did not care. The bearded man's body which was made of sand and had just started collapsing, suddenly stopped. Meanwhile, Eren's appearance rapidly aged to his future self, yet not retaining any memories of the future.

 Zeke, who had noticed how Eren had lost his connection to the future, suddenly found himself in the space he recalled from a long-lost memory. More importantly, the moment the white creature killed Ymir, he felt himself being sucked into the body of sand next to Ymir's deceased body.

His furrowed his brows while turning to the white creature, instinctively knowing what to do. He raised his hand, and five rows of sand rushed at the creature to stop it from approaching the tree.

*Slash*

Suddenly, he felt light-headed. Confused, he reached up to touch his face, only to realise there was nothing there, a clean cut on his neck which caused his head to simply roll off his shoulders, sand leaking out like powdered blood.

He was not light-headed… but beheaded.

…

"Is this all you have? Soulless Puppets? And Ravings to lure them to you?"

"…"

"Hmph. You exude the authority of all life and consciousness… but you mistaken necessity for worship. You think order and chaos… are somehow the same? You project madness onto others, curse them to a life without adulthood, for what?"

"…"

"A vain sense of security in an infinite loop of time, an authority you have no logical control over? Hmm… I can feel it… you… are trying to 'Steal' authority from another…" Mahoraga turned his face to face somewhere back in the original solar system where he was summoned.

Then, he grinned and turned back to the giant glowing tree, "It matters not. You cannot fight. You are nothing more than a protestor; loud and obnoxious, but with no real power."

This was something he had learned from an older man who had summoned him. It was a bald man with a large stomach, but he seemed to be rich, and constantly had meetings with others. Mahoraga had not liked him when he was summoned, simply because he lacked too much of a backbone to get things done.

He was put in a place of power by people, and he wanted to help them, but was too afraid of others to do so, and slowly, he integrated himself into a system of scapegoats and self-interest. Thankfully, he was shot down by an angry citizen, someone he had taken the power from but refused to serve.

But the man did have a lot of insights on how humanity behaved. And as it turned out, such could also be used to describe an eldritch entity…

"For bringing me all the way here but lacking the will and ability to fight, for stealing a promised battle from me, for going back on your word… I shall be taking your Ravings from you. You shall live. There is no fight in a will-less battle."

Mahoraga gripped at the air in front of the tree, and pulled something from it. The tree visible withered, but it still refused to interact with Mahoraga.

It knew.

The moment it interacted with the creature; was the moment it would be taken seriously. That would be the moment it would instantly cease to exist, much like the Mother goddess of Depravity.

It had tried to bring the creature here to commit to a peace against other Great Old Ones, or at least itself before the Original Creator's barrier around Earth was lifted. But only when the creature arrived did it understand that the white creature was only looking for a fight.

Then, a stray thought of madness overcame itself as its Ravings were stripped from its very existence.

The Centipede that was left on the sand turned to the white creature that was departing and spoke words for the first time. It did not know what made it do so, but it did.

"If you want a fight. Fight the Original Creator. When the barrier to the planet you came from is lifted, and any of the Great Old Ones gets enough Beyonder Characteristics, it will pull in all surrounding Great Old Ones, Beyonders, planets, and reality itself until only the Original Creator remains. It is the strongest being which created all, and is the end of all."

Mahoraga paused for a moment, before turning to the centipede, "Another fight. Another promise. Another falsity."

"I do not spread madness any longer. The only madness is the one inside me. You have made sure of that…" The centipede lay back flat on the ground, defeated.

"Maybe… Maybe this is true. Perhaps I might just break the barrier. Or kill all Great Old Ones like yourself and bring their abilities to Earth… sadly… you won't be able to see it," Mahoraga flicked the tail on his head, reducing the centipede to nothingness.

The sand in this plane was rapidly collapsing, returning to nonexistence much like the plane itself.

Its creator was dead.

The Inextinguishable Ravings… was Extinguished.