After breaking into the atmosphere, all that remained in Roland's field of vision was the brilliant starry sky.
Since neither the environment of space nor the constraints of gravity could affect him, rather than feeling the loneliness he had once read about in books, Roland merely let out an instinctive sigh of admiration at the sight.
"So beautiful..."
Placing himself in the vast universe, gazing at the boundless stars, and watching the planet beneath his feet recede, even Roland felt an indescribable sense of awe rise within him.
Back in Type-Moon, he had indeed made a planet a thing in his palm and the universe his garden, but the shortcuts he had taken then had felt more like controlling a game character through a screen.
After experiencing the immensity of this universe firsthand, all that remained was a complicated mixture of reverence, wonder, and greed.
Roland stopped moving forward and looked back at the planet below. Though it was not that beautiful blue, the spirits and vitality flowing across it turned even the blood-red marks of devastation into a peculiar embellishment.
"Compared to it, even the sun looks like garbage. No wonder all the Old Deus would fight to the death for the throne of the One True God."
Whenever someone escaped the constraints of an environment, before the ensuing monotony set in, the first thing to arise in their heart was inevitably a sense of novelty that shattered all their former narrow conceptions.
This sense of novelty was an indispensable reason Roland never tired of traveling between worlds. Upon realizing that one was not unique, but merely a drop in the ocean of the universe, ambition and desire would swell, becoming the driving force for advancement.
Thinking of it that way, a certain supreme commander's claim that human souls