"To seize Historical Rank, you inevitably had to integrate yourself, to some extent, into the thing that achieved it!"
"So while I was playing the musical composition, you deliberately used the shared understanding between us as discordant noise within the composition and integrated yourself into it!"
"Only then could you exploit the hidden connection between us to usurp Historical Rank."
"You kept saying there was a Distinction Between You and Me, yet at a time like this, you decisively picked up that connection again."
"You wanted the benefits while publicly cutting off all ties... All I could say was, as expected of me!"
This style of wanting it all was, at its core, exactly like Naimus.
"If you want to completely occupy Historical Rank, you need to kill us completely!"
"As long as we aren't dead, you won't be able to leave this place either."
"As long as we kill you, we can reclaim Historical Rank. And with that world possibility's desire for the musical composition, reestablishing the connection won't be particularly difficult."
"Naimus, I don't think this is a weakness. You can't kill me." The Sun Saint looked down at Naimus as his body rapidly evolved.
During the battle against Naimus and the others, the Wheel of the Sun continued to turn, and his power continued to accumulate with every rotation.
As time passed, he would only grow stronger.
And what about those struggling remnants of this world?
Their current combat strength had mostly come from erupting with every trump card they had. Their endurance was astonishingly poor.
At this moment, if he merely dragged things out a little longer, it would be time for him to reap them.
For Naimus to want to kill him now was simply ridiculous.
The Sun Saint hung high in the sky. Whether