A few minutes later.
Watching Iolam voluntarily withdraw from the spell's effects,
although Orsaga was somewhat puzzled over what exactly the other party had figured out,
and why his state of mind had changed so quickly,
he did not dwell too much on that minor issue.
He simply adopted an attitude of not caring if he did not understand, of not thinking about it at all, and calmly accepted the situation.
After the other party left,
at Orsaga's thought, a chair slowly appeared beside him.
He sat down directly, his expression utterly relaxed.
With a contented look, he admired the battles still raging all around him.
"What a beautiful sight..."
He let the Floating Cities in the sky continue to fall and burn.
He watched humans and Felin Demon Sunflowers engage in savage slaughter and desperate combat beside him.
Whether it was the sight of flesh and blood splattering everywhere or the bone-deep killing intent of both sides, all of it was beautiful in his eyes...
A long while later,
as everything finally drew to a close,
the entire space, like duckweed without roots, slowly faded into oblivion...
It was worth mentioning that this illusory space
had actually been formed by using Divination Magic as a catalyst, then employing the properties of space-time to project information into Iolam's mind.
In essence, it was a fragment of information within Iolam's mind.
Moreover, it was an incompletely understood fragment of information that would gradually vanish as time passed.
Therefore,
Orsaga's actions were no different from burrowing directly into Iolam's mind...
This meant that even while in an Outer Plane,
where his own power and authority had been severely weakened,
as long as the thoughts, intentions, and actions of others involved matters related to Orsaga, he could still interfere with and manipulate them