The white light soaring into the sky spread in a spiral, reaching a speed beyond the rotation of the stars. Its overwhelming power swept outward without cease, annihilating everything in Artosh's sight.
"--!"
Beyond anything words could describe, the heavy impact spread in silence, kneading space into a mass amid rings of blurred ripples and burning time to ashes.
Spreading alongside the dazzling impact was only that arrogant, savage radiance, as though it preceded the destruction of all creation, of everything between heaven and earth, before all returned to dust.
Before this power, the surface of Mars followed in the moon's footsteps. Terrifying fissures spread and widened in both directions, and countless shattered meteorites flew into the emptiness of space.
Faced with this light that left Mars teetering on the brink, anyone would instinctively feel awe and bow in submission.
Yet there were always exceptions.
The instant the destructive white light began to weaken, Roland's unrelenting attack arrived right on cue.
"The breath of life. You revived..."
Artosh recognized Roland's method.
His attacks had the power to distort time and causality alike. Even a law such as turning back time was useless against them, so Roland could only be exchanging his internal life force for the ability to revive.
Though that sounded troublesome, it was nothing serious.
Complete resurrection took an immense toll on one's condition. Unless Roland surpassed his limits, even the efficiency of a Perpetual Motion Machine would eventually fail to sustain him.
"Why do you always refuse to admit defeat?!"
Artosh roared, venting all the indignation in his heart at Roland.
He was clearly a weakling inferior to Artosh, yet he could comprehend an answer Artosh could not touch.
He had clearly lingered on the brink of death for so long, without a glimmer of light in