Souta Mizushino sat by the window, the tip of his stylus pressed against his lips as he gazed at the drifting clouds.
It had been exactly one month since Ritsuka and the Chaldean team departed. In that short time, the world—both this one and the ones they had created—had changed in ways he never thought possible.
The barriers between "Reality" and "Creation" had become porous. Thanks to the "bridge" Ritsuka left behind, travel between worlds was no longer a dream of the past.
Selesia dropped by almost every weekend. She traded her heavy armor for casual hoodies and jeans, often seen wandering the streets of Akihabara with a crepe in hand.
Meteora, on the other hand, had fully embraced the life of a "Legendary Shut-in." She spent most of her time messaging Souta to "deliver" the latest open-world RPGs and limited-edition snacks to her world. "The wisdom of a sage requires constant nourishment from high-fructose corn syrup and 4K graphics," she would claim with a straight face.
Mirokuji was another frequent visitor. He'd often be found on a rooftop, basking in the sun. "The air here is crisp, the sunlight doesn't feel like it's trying to kill me, and the ramen is actually edible," he'd grumble while exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I'd be a fool to stay locked in that dark hole of a world forever."
Then there was Mamika Kirameki. She had developed a hilarious habit of buying her own magical girl merchandise to show off to her friends back home. Meteora would often sigh, calling it "peak narcissism," but everyone knew she secretly enjoyed the chaos.
The most interesting update came from Alicetaria's world. It was slowly recovering, the grim skies finally giving way to a pale dawn. But Souta couldn't forget the time Mamika dragged the stoic knight to her "Glittering Magical Kingdom." When Alicetaria returned, her face was so red it practically glowed in the dark. She refused to speak for three days. Souta could only imagine the amount of "love, sparkles, and hand-holding" the poor knight had been subjected to.
Blitz didn't visit often—apparently, being a bounty hunter in a world that was actually starting to follow the law was keeping him quite busy.
And Kanoya? That kid actually did it. He confessed to his girlfriend in the middle of a crowded street! Poor Mr. Nakanogane was so startled he nearly dropped his professional camera, missing the shot of the century.
Even Mirokuji and Blitz had gone to meet their "Creators." The meetings were... explosive, to say the least. Miss Kikuchihara spent an entire week dealing with the diplomatic (and structural) fallout, nursing a headache that no amount of aspirin could cure.
"Hey, daydreamer! Are you going to keep staring at the sky all day?"
Souta snapped out of his thoughts. He turned to the sofa, where a certain silver-haired girl was lounging. "I'm getting back to work, Altair. Just... thinking."
Since Altair was a creation of the fans—a secondary character born from a doujin work—she had no world of her own to return to. She chose to stay here, in reality.
"You promised to help Setsuna with the new character designs," Altair said, her eyes narrowing playfully. "If you slack off, I might have to—"
"I'm back! I brought the limited-edition strawberry shortcake!"
The door swung open, and Setsuna walked in, her face bright with a smile. In a heartbeat, Altair's sharp gaze vanished. She smoothed her uniform and put on her best "well-behaved kitten" face.
Souta could only sigh. Same old Altair.
Setsuna had successfully signed a contract with a top-tier producer and was now a rising star in the manga industry. Souta worked as her lead assistant, honing his skills every day. Of course, he had to do it while Altair watched him like a hawk, making sure he didn't lean too close to Setsuna during drawing sessions.
Peaceful, warm, and slightly chaotic days... Souta looked at his blank canvas one last time before his pen began to move.
"Alright then... I'll draw it. A story about us. I'll call it—Re:CREATORS."
[Transition to Campione! Route]
At this very moment, deep within the heart of the Chaldea Rayshift Chamber...
"Is everyone ready?!" Ritsuka's voice echoed through the hall.
Before leaving the previous world, she had gone on a legendary shopping spree. She had purchased every single volume of manga, light novels, and lore books available on the market. "Information is the greatest Noble Phantasm!" she had declared. Now, Chaldea's library was stuffed with enough "otaku culture" to keep the Servants entertained for centuries.
The Rayshift system hummed, its golden light illuminating the faces of the heroic spirits standing by her side.
"Mana levels stable. Destination coordinates locked."
"Alright then—Rayshift, START!"
With a flash of kaleidoscopic light, Chaldea and the Temple of Time—that magnificent sanctuary floating between the layers of existence—vanished into the void.
Re:CREATORS Arc - END