Clang-!
Unable to escape in time, the atmosphere pierced space amid the roaring power, whipping up a dazzling crimson vortex that coated the surging forest and flickering magical light in searing heat. Yet the seemingly incompatible forest and flames intertwined, forming roots that surpassed even a Dragonia's Dragon Roar and collided heavily with Roland in the sky.
There was not even a shock wave, nor any scattering rubble or dust. In this shattered world, only roaring thunder kept exploding.
Cairneas, who had remained exceedingly arrogant despite his repeated setbacks, was the first to meet Roland's gaze.
Bang-!
Under the immense energy, the Dwarves' testing ground, capable of slaying Old Deus, was sliced full of holes, looking as though it was beginning to buckle.
Although this arena had already proved capable of resisting a Dragon Roar unleashed by a Dragonia rivaling a lesser Old Deus, there were clearly differences even among Old Deus.
The concept of nature had never encompassed forests alone.
The propagation and migration of life, the flow of spirits, the formation of mineral veins-every activity on this planet was part of nature. Thus, Cairneas never interfered with anything other than the Star Cup, allowing everything to develop on its own, even when Jibril destroyed the Elves' capital and nearly wiped them out.
For in the ultimate ecological cycle, they were all merely insignificant parts.
Thus, although the Elves' affinity for spirits could not compare with that of the naturally gifted High-Rank Races, they could continually advance through their intelligence, creating Magic Formulas capable of threatening Old Deus.
That was precisely where Cairneas's arrogance came from. Even as this planet continued to decline, the power he possessed still ranked among the top three of the Old Deus of the past.
Crack, crack-!
Over a hundred layers of Magic Formulas