When the poisonous gas they merely breathed out could easily corrode world after world, the Six Great Tiers gathered together.
Even though every member had deliberately restrained their aura and energy, afraid of accidentally disturbing the being inside the palace,
their bodies were still filled with all manner of Mysterious Aspects that were difficult to conceal.
For example, their excessively massive bodies were like marvelous conglomerates formed by countless universes being forcibly squeezed together.
Even without making any movements,
merely remaining motionless like statues would more or less trigger various Spacetime Anomaly Phenomena.
And when they all raised their heads,
as their gazes converged upon a single point,
even the invisible, intangible void echoed with faint tearing sounds.
As though something had been torn apart by their stares.
However,
the figure walking out from within the palace paid no heed to any of that.
Those gazes capable of destroying spacetime were like harmless air of no consequence to him.
The small figures seated upon him were the same.
As Orsaga's carefully crafted direct descendants, Melolina and the others had been born with strength no weaker than that of the vast majority of the Six Great Tiers. Naturally, they would not be disturbed by the mere gazes of beings on the same level.
In fact,
the power of those gazes
was not even as harmful as the slight heat automatically radiated from Orsaga's body surface, much like body temperature...
Thus,
their expressions
held only calmness and pride.
Each of them appeared exceptionally composed.
Sitting atop Orsaga, they looked down calmly and swept their gazes back and forth over each of their father's prostrate subordinates, as though intending to remember them completely.
Even though some of those members were too grotesquely strange in appearance, enough to cause anyone who saw them in