Not long after.
Perhaps a few seconds.
Or perhaps a few minutes.
In any case, time had long since become muddled.
So it was no longer particularly important.
After exchanging a round of blows.
Due to the Plane Suppression Force.
Excision's strength in the current plane had fallen to one-tenth of its previous level.
Its existence, which had originally been firmly wedged within this plane, was also being stripped away bit by bit.
Like something stuck fast to a particular object, slowly being picked off.
It was an awkward sight to behold.
This directly caused the influence Excision could exert here to rapidly diminish in the truest sense.
Both enemy and ally knew that if this continued, it would not be long before It was completely kicked out.
Conversely, while Excision's power was becoming increasingly restricted, the Transmigrator's strength was steadily rising.
In only a short time.
The total amount of energy within his body had increased by more than a thousandfold. Simply standing still, that vast power caused the surrounding space-time to emit inexplicable hymns of divinity, as though everything was singing praises of his greatness.
After clenching his fist and taking a deep breath.
His face was uncontrollably filled with an obvious sense of satisfaction.
"What a marvelous feeling..."
Then.
Having finished his sigh, he turned to Excision and said:
"To be honest, I'm rather curious about the space-time beyond this one. I'd like to learn more from you."
"But unfortunately, the will of heaven seems especially disgusted by you."
"I can only resolve this matter as quickly as possible..."
His words.
Were brimming with effortless confidence.
It was the bearing of someone holding victory in his grasp.
Then.
He unclenched his fist.
And casually grabbed at the space beside him.
All the Grit Worlds, Foundation Stone Worlds,