Roland tore open the membrane and surveyed his surroundings. Every detail that met his eyes looked so vivid, so moving.
Through the images in the eyes of those watching him, he saw what he now looked like.
A hideous, terrifying figure, scales gleaming with a beautiful metallic sheen, sharp bones like curved blades, and muscles like steel slowly rising and falling beneath his scales.
He swung his tail excitedly. Every sweep left an explosive crack in the air, and every exploratory lash carved a trench deep enough to swallow a person in the ground.
At the sight of the noble demon before him, Angra Mainyu instinctively swelled his body. Having once borne the name of demon himself, he refused to be surpassed so easily, but the recovery rate of All the World's Evil, which the Sacred Sword had completely destroyed, could at most make him Roland's equal in size for now.
"If this keeps up, I'll die..."
Angra Mainyu recognized his situation. With Roland's revival, the tables had turned once again.
Severely weakened, he could not stand against the Wielder of the Holy Sword and Roland together. Yet Roland did not turn toward Angra Mainyu's glare. Instead, he opened his palm and looked at the Dragon Talisman, now covered in cracks that constantly leaked white light.
The essence of the power of Heaven's Holy Grail, capable of granting salvation through the Third Magic, had been completely drained by this greedy talisman. Through the properties of the Soul Perpetual Motion Machine, the eternal source of energy had finally regained its radiance.
The Dragon Talisman floated from Roland's hand into the air, then burst apart amid scattering white light. A dragon resembling Shendu's soul form, but composed entirely of blazing light, coiled its body and slowly emerged from the white glow.
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