Dazzling and mesmerizing, the ultimate light from the divine realm sent flames pouring forth like an avalanche.
The Red Tide evaporated everything it touched-dust, air currents, even the roaring gales could not escape destruction. Yet before the inverted Light of the Heart, it could only shatter like glass.
After its inversion, Roland's Divine Purification Light kept converging, like a spear piercing through the world. It stirred towering waves in empty space, making space shriek and the earth howl. Unable even to resist, they were swiftly pulverized, leaving only a pitch-black abyss of nothingness.
Sound warped, light bent, and both the stars in the sky and the son of the Sun God on the ground lost their brilliance. Apart from that ultimate light that tore through thought and shook the soul, Karna could make out nothing.
If this continued, Karna could see no chance of survival without unleashing the God-Slaying Spear that even the king of the gods struggled to control. Fortunately, he was not the only one forced to face this predicament amid the shattered, turbulent currents.
Before the death rapidly closing in, Scáthach raised her head and fearlessly gazed at that red filled with brutality and murderous intent. A spiral of joy and cruelty shone in her eyes.
The crimson spear in her hand was already wreathed in an aura of death that had spread at some unknown point and could disperse even through empty space. It became a streak of red, like a beast's fang. That demonic, twisted magical energy was not as overwhelming as Karna's, but once concentrated, it stood at the forefront against the ultimate light, more tenacious than the light of the sun.
On Saber's beautiful, dignified face, too, it was as though an invisible switch had been flipped. Not a trace of uncertainty remained,