Ancient One's life force gradually faded away. Rimuru calmly raised his right hand, which radiated a chaotic aura, and gently extended it. Above him, a tiny cube the size of a Rubik's Cube began to shift out of alignment. It was a small pocket of space.
Sylphiel, who did not even spare souls, seemed to have greatly nourished the Demon Scythe. Dim purple light flickered across the demonic patterns on the scythe, and a profound sense of satisfaction traveled up Rimuru's arm—Sylphiel herself became unusually excited as well, her attitude turning several degrees more serious. "The Eternity pursued by gods has never meant annihilation. It means remaining steadfast to one's true heart."
Whether it was Ancient One, Red Fox, Lilith, or Rimuru... if one wished to achieve uniqueness, the unshakable will within had to be incomparably strong.
Ancient One's inner will was to protect all living beings. She believed that with great power came great responsibility. Red Fox's will, meanwhile, had always been the team, and it still was. The only difference was that she had once selfishly wanted to remain with Fire Foxes, whereas now she longed to grow stronger so she would not repeat past mistakes and could seek revenge.
Perhaps only those who had possessed an obsession could understand how terrifying obsession and faith could be in a certain sense. They could even grant a person boundless potential.
There were indeed many beings in the void willing to sacrifice everything for power, but that was because the will in their hearts was itself the pursuit of power.
"So, when the ideals of two gods conflict, the only solution... is for one side to perish. Because a god's will cannot be shaken."
Sylphiel's voice was like an alluring murmur as she softly sang beside Rimuru's ear. Soon, her