A faintly narrowed gaze.
Calm, and indifferent.
It did not change in the slightest because of the sudden appearance of the attackers.
Without external interference,
Orsaga's power was an absolute factor against lower-level entities.
Therefore,
the traits of the Source of Eternal Suffering were naturally an absolute factor at this moment.
No matter what kind of resistance, no matter what kind of thoughts or schemes,
before that long-destined outcome, all of it was utterly meaningless.
Thus,
in the very next instant as they attempted to launch their surprise attack, those fellows who relied on their own willpower to forcibly resist all manner of interference and forcefully mobilize their own strength, intending to counterattack,
in but an instant,
the overwhelming majority of them died at that very moment.
It was not Orsaga who had acted.
It was merely that the power within them had spontaneously become something out of control.
Their very existence ceased to be stable.
And amid their unwillingness and disbelief, they became dazzling fireworks in midair, like some grand joke!
They turned into Death Tribulation Flowers and blood-red flames that drifted down from the sky...
Everything was so beautiful and eye-catching.
Only then
did Orsaga, who had been gently inhaling the scent of the flower in his hand, finally open his eyes again.
He did not hurry to acknowledge those ambushers.
He first looked at the Death Tribulation Flower in his hand, then gently blew out a breath. The flower drifted off into the distance, while that breath became a breeze, turning those distant fellows still struggling into specks of dust caught in the wind. They too became a finite number of Death Tribulation Flowers, vanishing from the world and joining the surging sea of flowers.
After casually finishing this,
he turned around
and looked ahead.
There were