Abyss Lords.
They had no need to concern themselves with the past.
Nor did they need to concern themselves with the future.
They were the present.
If their past bodies died, then so be it.
The same applied to their future bodies.
Present as the beginning was one of their foundation traits.
It allowed them to evade all manner of interference from the Timeline according to their own will.
Whether their origins or their futures were erased, they could render it meaningless as they pleased.
Their present.
That alone was their foundation!
And yet.
At this moment, since both sides had long since withdrawn all their avatars and projections, they were fighting entirely with their sole true bodies.
When those two attacks that had reached the impossible level fully erupted.
The present of both Orsaga and the War Devil Counterpart warped beyond their control.
They could clearly feel their perspectives growing blurred.
Their pasts and futures were fluctuating at random.
Their past bodies and future bodies manifested in a ceaseless frenzy.
Meanwhile, their present perspectives drifted toward some unknown region...
At this moment, Orsaga had no idea what his opponent was experiencing.
But for him.
Within his vision and senses, fragments of the past surfaced like a violent storm.
One instant, he felt he was an upper demon; the next, he felt he was a lower demon; the instant after that, he recalled how it had felt when he was still enclosed within a Demon Egg, yet to be born...
At the same time, every instant, he heard endless wails and words of hatred.
Gradually.
He felt he had returned to the very beginning.
That bank of the Styx covered in Demon Eggs.
And.
The beings he had slaughtered in the past, the beings whose deaths he had indirectly caused...