The sound of Rainbow Light shattering rang without end, deep and heavy, like strings severed by a blade, their mournful hum echoing in everyone's ears.
A colossal rift, as though on the verge of collapse, was torn open in the wake of that figure's advance.
The repulsive force imposed by the Present Realm and the suppression of the Great Arcanum were nothing more than a breeze blowing in his face. He paid them no heed.
Now, no one could ignore such a presence any longer.
It was as though a violently erupting volcano had suddenly appeared in the long night. No—as though the entire earth were shattering beneath an explosive impact from its core, with destruction everywhere.
Even with their eyes closed, they could sense the terrifying impact descending, reducing all things to ash.
That was a giant!
With his own strength alone, he stood against all the power the Present Realm had poured forth.
There was not the slightest exaggeration in it. Instead, it felt only natural—
The instant the Blood-Stained Hammer fell, violent ripples spread outward, annihilating everything that dared stand in its way. Only thunder that resounded through the Abyss rose from the ground and spread in every direction!
That was the drumbeat leading destruction onward, the Celestial Sound that surpassed every wail and clamor in the world!
There was no further need for urging or rallying.
The moment the Great Lord set foot upon the battlefield, unprecedented fervor spread across it like a tide.
Beneath the shroud of that bearing which held all things in its grasp, every living creature in the Abyss stirred as though boiling.
If all things possessed value, then the thing achieved by gathering all value in the world was this supreme power. Everything else—fate, morality, beauty, or ugliness—was not worth mentioning.