Immense power, unique abilities, and an immortal body that could, in almost every true sense, disregard any threat...
Multiple elements combined.
These were the essential foundations of an abyss lord.
And precisely because of that.
Although Orsaga very much wanted to join the Unity Council, its entry requirements had kept him from taking much action...
1. Kill an abyss lord in the truest sense.
2. Destroy High Planes of a sufficient quantity or quality.
Those were the two ways to join.
They did not sound complicated. Just a handful of words, something that could be said in a single breath.
But whichever one he chose.
The difficulty was downright insane.
The first option.
Specified abyss lords as the targets—in other words, those fellows in the Bottomless Abyss, those classic, slippery old veterans who had weathered countless battles and were still out there running wild...
Against them, Orsaga considered himself a rare powerhouse among those at this level, afraid of none of them in single combat.
However.
Truly killing someone at his own level, and from his own home turf at that.
Was still rather difficult...
If his opponent wanted to flee or hide behind the scenes and play hide-and-seek.
Orsaga really had no good way to deal with it.
One careless move, and he could be dragged into a war on a time scale approaching eternity.
Spending endless ages fighting a pointless war of attrition against his opponent.
Any given battle lasting tens of quadrillions of years would be little more than a warm-up.
The seas drying up, the rocks crumbling, universes falling into oblivion... in battles like those, they were merely fleeting ripples along the way.
Who could endure that? And who would enjoy it?
At the very least.
Orsaga could certainly endure it.
But deep down, he felt