This terrifying power, impossible to describe in words, was not directly pressing down on the members of Night Raid, but at such a close distance, it was still enough to leave them shaken and unable to stand steadily, staggering from side to side.
Everyone looked up at Artoria in horror.
It was as though only this one person remained in the entire world.
Magnificent like a god, like the whole of heaven and earth.
Nezha realized that she had been completely wrong.
Every time, she had done her best to use the limits of her imagination to estimate the strength and origins of these two people, but each time, the truth had still far exceeded her expectations.
This was not an emperor of the mortal world.
She was a god standing high above, looking down upon all living beings!
"We have an absolute difference from you in terms of the level of our lives." Artoria looked majestically at everyone. "However, we did not reach this level from the very beginning. It all originated from an existence you may not yet be able to imagine. That being granted us the opportunity to obtain power and fulfill our wishes."
"Such powerful strength was actually bestowed upon you?" Everyone in Night Raid could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
They had reached their limit.
Everything before them had completely exceeded their worldview.
In fact, compared to this vast power that seemed capable of effortlessly destroying the world, their goal of overthrowing the Empire and saving the people seemed so insignificant.
And yet.
It also made them unable to stop themselves from imagining and yearning for more.
What kind of existence could bestow such power and turn someone into a god?
In the unseen depths of fate, was there truly some supreme existence