Solomon gazed at the deathly still shadows before him.
Though formed from black mud that constantly churned like waves, throwing up twisting crests, they were veiled in a jewel-like glow that lent them a dreamlike air.
He stood in the passage, where traces of battle still remained, without the slightest intention of advancing.
The fetal membrane, almost impossible to breach from within, placed no restrictions on outsiders, because even if all seven summoned Servants attacked together, they would only be broken down into spiritrons.
What would come out of there?
A vortex-like light flickered in Solomon's eyes, but even God's wisdom could offer him no answer.
His trust in his Master and their intact Contract left him with no concern over who the victor would be, but what form he would take was another matter.
The forms of Beasts were often inseparable from the principles they held. Just as Beast VI always bore some traits of the Great Red Dragon, and Beast III was connected to the universe, even Solomon had never seen what would result from simultaneously devouring two utterly different principles.
Suddenly, Solomon's expression tightened as he watched the darkness before him begin to roar and burn.
Heavy magical energy continuously compressed that darkness. As its color deepened, the space it occupied gradually shrank from dozens of kilometers into a black cocoon smaller than the passage entrance.
Yet Solomon felt no inclination to underestimate it, because as the light cocoon formed, the surrounding gravity had already begun to run wild, and even space itself started to slip out of alignment. This was proof that the existing laws of physics were collapsing.
This was no longer a matter of reshaping the environment to better suit him. His very existence would cause the thin membrane pinned to the planet's surface