This time had indeed been extremely perilous.
The Storm God had transformed into the Formless End and then launched a fatal attack on Naimus. That was merely a cognitive description.
In reality, there had been no "then" in the entire process.
The instant the transformation occurred, the fatal attack had already enveloped Naimus. There had been no process.
Or rather, the process itself had been torn apart and ended by the Formless End.
There had been no time to react, nor any space in which to react.
Even if Naimus had possessed other means of dealing with this move, it had been instantly fatal, leaving him no opportunity to use them.
He had practically been killed in an instant.
Yet this nearly unsolvable move had still revealed a flaw because the Storm God had wanted to win too badly. That sliver of will to win had become a weakness.
Through that sliver of intent, Naimus had successfully stirred change.
More precisely, victory and defeat themselves were a form of change.
At that extreme moment, the power of change had delayed the Formless End by the slightest fraction of time.
And in that tiny opening, Naimus had chosen his strongest defensive mechanism—diving into his True Spirit.
The True Spirit had come from another world and was not part of this world's fruit of destruction.
Thus, by entering his True Spirit, he had evaded the destruction of the Formless End.
Afterward, Naimus had spiraled in return.
The world-ending calamity was the bane of change, while the Formless End was a calamitous force that made everything stop and break apart.
Naimus had treated it as the cessation of change, then continued the binary opposition with his own change, completing another spiral.
Only then had he broken free of the Formless End and, through