This was the greatest output Rovi could achieve with Enuma Elish.
Without Gilgamesh's support, without Enkidu's assistance, and without the backing of everyone in Uruk, he unleashed it and manifested it through his strength alone.
Its scale was naturally nowhere near as immense as when he faced the gods last time.
Yet because of the uniqueness of this environment, its actual effect was no less formidable—after all, the power to split heaven and earth was meant to be wielded at the very beginning of creation.
Thus, a crimson storm raged amid the surging lava and molten rock that had yet to solidify, centered on Rovi as it transformed into a scarlet tempest.
It separated heaven from earth and cut off the world.
Within this domain, only he and the enormous Primal Mother Goddess stood.
"Aaaaa..."
Tiamat's eyes remained full of confusion and incomprehension.
But she seemed to understand Rovi's resolve as well.
You love this world too.
Are you someone who deeply loves this world?
Her cherry-colored eyes, reflecting the stars, seemed to ask him that.
Rovi gave no answer.
But his actions had already proven everything.
The spiraling blade of the fully unleashed Enuma Elish turned as, amid violent coughing, Rovi endured the crushing pressure in his chest and the "black mud" constantly surging through his body, then raised it.
He aimed it at Tiamat.
A clear ring, a soft cry.
Dust scattered in all directions. Like a shattered clay jar, black cracks formed in the air, spreading and splintering apart.
The scenery of the primordial world shattered in an instant.
But it was not only the primordial landscape Tiamat had brought that broke apart. This world did as well—
Rovi did not point the "sword" at her.
Instead, he aimed it at the world.
Taking advantage of the