As he watched Mara turn to dust once again, leaving not a speck behind, a strange light flickered in Roland's eyes.
As he was now, never mind Mara-even if the Swirl of the Root, the beginning and the end, sought to oppose him, it would accomplish nothing.
No matter how ingenious the methods used, no matter what fate was sacrificed to secure survival, victory would always fall into his hands.
Roland had never doubted that, from beginning to end.
That was the answer given to him by the principle of eternal recurrence coiling around him.
I do not accept it, so it is not allowed to end.
At his current level, Roland could not begin to understand how this was accomplished. Standing outside the timeline, he could even alter reality.
Still, possessing the Key of All Spirits, he naturally would not consider this something that was necessarily impossible.
By now, Roland had also gained a vague understanding of his condition. He had indeed succeeded in obtaining Beyond Heaven through the principle of paradox, but that power had not been given to him directly. Instead, it covered him like a shell, bearing the power his future self possessed.
The fact that the previously imperceptible Key of All Spirits had manifested a form was proof. At this moment, it was the anchor of the present.
Although his lack of memories and experience left him completely ignorant of what he could accomplish, thanks to Mara, he had gradually learned how to use this power of his.
Roland knew perfectly well where his shortcomings lay.
Because of his Contract Spirits, he had risen too far in a single bound.
Although he had experienced a period of insignificance at the beginning, the Key of All Spirits, which could take him between worlds at will, always