The radiantly beautiful girl stared fixedly at everything around her.
The burning flames flowed backward, reverting to their original, primordial form. Space-time shattered like a crumbling iceberg, but despite the terrifying sight, Mara merely watched it all in a daze.
Though she was not skilled at fighting, her successive defeats had still brought Mara considerable growth.
Even as a cosmic phenomenon, she could only silently watch it happen, without even the desire to attempt interference. This was no longer a question of whether she wanted to, but whether she could.
She could tell that this was neither the universe approaching its end nor a reversal of the timeline intimately connected to this world. Instead, the entire axis of the universe was being reduced to primordial elementary particles, then used to return and reconstruct it.
Thus, there was no possibility of causing events to collapse or even throwing space-time into disorder.
It was a return to the beginning in the truest sense.
"Do I still have any hope?"
Even Mara, evil by nature, could not help sinking into uncertainty at this moment.
She had already played every trump card. After becoming a cosmic spectacle that clung to Roland alone, whether time accelerated or reversed, even if she could not resist it at the time, Mara, who was taken back along with him, would eventually find opportunities to accumulate changes bit by bit, thereby altering time along that axis.
Even if it was only a single movement, there would eventually come a day when dripping water wore through stone. The concept of time hardly mattered to a Beast anyway.
That was why, even when all the doubles Mara had split off in an instant were killed along with the world of her Noble Phantasm, she had not hesitated in the slightest, cursing