After Orsaga left.
Not long after.
The remaining survivors quickly made the same choice, departing one after another.
However.
As they left.
All of them appeared somewhat grave.
Because they understood.
Orsaga had now completely become the hurdle they had to cross before they could claim victory.
If they wanted to win.
They had to find a way to get rid of him.
Right now.
If not for the interference of various restrictions preventing his power from being unlocked.
He might even have recovered to Abyss Lord Level already...
For a time.
As they gradually departed.
All that remained at the scene was a battered, devastated landscape and endless corpses scattered throughout every region of the Trapezoidal Spacetime Layer.
It looked thoroughly ruined.
As though it had just endured an apocalyptic calamity and been reduced completely to desolate wasteland!
But at that moment.
The Native Lifeforms within the Black Domain and the Red Domain finally began to stir.
From the deepest reaches of the cold black metal earth.
A tall humanoid figure slowly emerged, carrying a long-handled metal hammer.
Its body was entirely composed of metal.
Judging by its appearance alone, it looked somewhat like a Metal Lifeform.
But in truth.
The two were fundamentally different.
The reason it possessed a metal body.
Was merely because that form better suited the stability of order, serving well as a symbol of stability and permanence. It had not truly been born in its current form.
So long as it wished.
It could adopt an entirely different shape.
As for the Red Domain, filled with high temperature and flesh, movement likewise occurred there. Amid the immense Flesh Tsunami—majestic, surging, and rolling in wave after wave—a figure appeared with great fanfare, wielding the destructive power within the Flesh Tsunami.
It was a flesh-and-blood lifeform