Locke and the Destruction Supreme faced each other from afar across the Bronze Gate.
On one side stood Destruction Demon God Locke, his scarlet eyes brimming with fighting spirit and the aura of an overlord.
On the other side was the Lord of Destruction—empty-eyed, deathly silent, hollow, as though all that remained was the ultimate concept of destruction driven by rule-instinct.
They both commanded destruction.
But their destruction was completely different!
Locke's destruction had direction.
It had enemies.
It had things to protect and possess.
The Destruction Supreme behind the gate, however, was like an ocean of rules that had utterly burned its selfhood away.
It was so powerful it was suffocating.
Yet it was also so hollow and desolate that it chilled the heart.
As Saine watched this scene, a phrase could not help surfacing in his mind.
A "big dumb brute" with nothing but strength.
The phrase sounded somewhat offensive.
After all, the power intensity of that rule-based Lord of Destruction behind the gate very likely already exceeded Saine's previous understanding.
But from the perspective of a Mage of Wizard World, from the perspective of a researcher who pursued Truth and revered wisdom, the other party truly resembled an extreme specimen dragged away entirely by rule-instinct.
Powerful, yes, but incomplete.
And even less autonomous.
Of course, this was only Saine's judgment from a Mage's perspective.
If it were certain civilizations that worshiped pure power instead, the Destruction Supreme behind the gate would probably be the supreme ultimate existence.
But the Mages of Wizard World never blindly worshiped power.
No matter how powerful strength was, if it could not be understood, controlled, or extended into a path of one's own, then in Saine's eyes it still possessed enormous flaws.
The Destruction Supreme was very powerful.
Powerful enough to make