"...What a loathsome place..."
After quite a while.
Marquis of Death finally slowly voiced his assessment of the Crimson Dimension.
At the same time, the Lifeforms around him that were slaughtering one another gradually sensed the outsider who had arrived here through Transmigration through Time and Space.
Some began trying to attack him.
But.
The next moment.
Before those attacks could draw near.
As Marquis of Death's disgust arose.
A force vastly greater than those attacks abruptly erupted without warning!
Like an eraser.
It instantly wiped away every lifeform around him, leaving not a trace behind!
Even.
The surrounding earth and sky shook and trembled ceaselessly under that force.
Though it was power sufficient to obliterate the Multiverse (Marvel)!
At present.
Hindered and counterattacked by the Crimson Dimension's instincts, it had little actual effect.
In the end.
Before Marquis of Death's eyes, the power he had just unleashed was gradually, forcibly canceled out.
The blood red sky and earth.
Still remained.
And.
He had not, as he had expected, been met by this place's ruler—the Crimson Dominator.
All around was utterly silent.
One had to know.
Under normal circumstances.
Once one's own dimension had been invaded or attacked.
As its Dimension Lord, the other party should have acted immediately.
Yet now, faced with his actions, the Crimson Dominator had made no response whatsoever.
As though he had sensed nothing at all!
In other words, Marquis of Death's earlier attack—or greeting—had probably been ignored...
"...Too lazy to deal with me?"
"Or held up by something?"
He frowned.
Looking around at an environment that, aside from having fewer Lifeforms, was not substantially different from before.
Marquis of Death made a somewhat uncertain guess.
Possessing a somewhat irritable and cruel temperament.
Instinctively.
He wanted to intensify his attack, forcing Orsaga to reveal himself.