Magic was rooted in idealism. When Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One taught Doctor Strange about portals, she had once said that as long as you believed you could reach a place, you would reach it.
Now, Doctor Strange raised his head and looked at the city wrapped in the will of countless Star Spirits... A trace of shock and despair flashed through his eyes.
This was... idealism taken to its ultimate extreme.
This was not the first time Nine Tails had used this move. Back in A Certain Magical Index World, she had shown Rimuru how she borrowed her clan's power to directly erase the galaxy containing an entire civilization through dimensional reduction.
Nine Tails had been the same then. Her consciousness had completely enveloped that civilization's entire galaxy. With the power of the entire Star Spirit Clan, the dimension where that galaxy existed had directly become a fragile phantom in the hand of Nine Tails' projection. With a gentle puff from her, it had shattered like a bubble.
And now, Rimuru had no doubt that with a single thought from Nine Tails, New York could instantly be reduced to ashes.
"So we don't even need to make a move..."
Ancient One still tried to resist. Golden, illusory magic flickered around her, but with a boom, an invisible pressure suddenly descended. Her chest caved in violently, and as she spat out blood and was sent flying—
Red Fox was also bound by streams of dim starlight and dragged into the sky—
Was Nine Tails a warrior?
Yes. Nine Tails' greatest weapon was the spear, and the divine artifact she possessed was the Star Lance, forged from the core of a destroyed star and a ruined world.
But at the same time, as a being who could be considered at the