Awe-inspiring radiance surged forth, washing over everything. The surrounding starry sky churned and tore apart, revealing the truth hidden beneath the darkness. Yet a slender, pale fingertip moved against the current and impossibly stopped the cold spearpoint.
"Clang...!"
In an instant, the invincible Holy Lance Rhongomyniad seemed to have sunk into a swamp, unable to advance even an inch.
"Abandoning the flow of divine power through Spiritual Particle Circuits, bypassing the seal, and making it erupt directly from your flesh and blood... Tsk, tsk. You're as decisive as ever, Father."
Pandora looked at the blood-soaked figure before her, deep approval shining in her ruby-like eyes.
Yet the scene carried an indescribable irony.
How was this possible?!
The immense resistance left Samael somewhat unable to believe it.
Then, the irregular crystal dagger stabbed into his chest began to hum and tremble. The divine power he had painstakingly accumulated in secret by taking advantage of their earlier conversation was rapidly being drained away.
The ancient serpent reached out, intending to pull out this strange weapon. But the moment he touched it, a violent tearing sensation spread throughout his entire body.
It was as though the thing had taken root in his soul. He could not touch it.
Damn it! Flesh Regeneration! Underworld's Blessing!
Seeing his strength to resist growing ever weaker, Samael had no time to think. His remaining divine power erupted from within him once again alongside his boiling bloodlust.
Yet the Anchor of Storms, which bored through space and linked heaven and earth, still could not advance before that slender figure.
Even the red-black flames erupting from her body were steadily rising in intensity!
Pandora, standing amid interwoven light and darkness, opened her eyes with a smile. Her exquisite face brimmed with mockery.
"Although I do enjoy spending time alone