As the chaotic currents twisted, the World Consciousness of the Type-Moon Plane howled madly, as though Kurumi's actions had infringed upon its rights.
With a casual gesture, she obliterated the Type-Moon World Consciousness, and its impotent, rabid roars vanished from her mind. Kurumi did not even raise an eyelid. Over countless epochs, she had made more than a hundred thousand moves. The World Consciousnesses destroyed by her were beyond number; even ones hundreds or thousands of times stronger than the Type-Moon World Consciousness had become source points flowing into Kurumi's pocket.
Who gave it the courage?
The chaotic currents continued to twist as Kurumi followed an ancient trace of aura across to a certain stretch of void.
Time, hazy as a foggy realm, rewound at high speed.
Red Queen was refining an imitation version of "The Evil of This World" nearby, while her "past self" was using "The Evil of This World" to neutralize the divine power seed Odin had bestowed within her body.
Kurumi took everything in. As the scene shrank, beyond the void's spatial storm, an endless serpent encircled it, while the "past self" within the silver storm knew nothing at all.
A conversation between two high-level beings emerged.
They clearly did not know the purpose of source points. Even the severely injured Main God had been extremely wary of them.
"Heh~"
In the blink of an eye, Kurumi saw a hazy, towering silhouette of light.
"The Main God while severely injured." The moment it turned its head, Kurumi erased this temporal investigation first.
Her gaze returned to the interior of the silver spatial storm.
A small portion of the imitation "The Evil of This World" had flowed into the spatial storm. At the time, both she and Red Queen had believed that "The Evil of This World"