For a Demonic Sword constructed from the power of the Root, such immense mass necessarily required an enormous source for its conversion.
The original Slash Emperor in Type-Moon continuously stripped away the earth's mass as it grew, until it destroyed the planet completely.
But this Demonic Sword, forged in the world of No Game No Life, was entirely different.
The Star Killer, the Divine Strike, the Divine Cores invested in it, the Flügel's combined Heavenly Strike, the many races' trump cards, and even the warships, the least noteworthy of its materials-with enough time, any of them could likewise make this planet tremble.
Not to mention that it also incorporated Roland's power of desire as its core. Its own mass already exceeded a planet's by an unknown number of times.
Though its manifestation was the same, the principle behind its construction was worlds apart. Its black blade, whose immense mass shattered and collapsed spacetime until only the end remained, offered a glimpse of this Spirit Garment's true nature.
A world-devouring Demonic Sword.
Every swing devoured the very existence that constituted the world.
Time, space, matter, souls-with the endless universe as nourishment, this seed of the heart that moved against the current was swelling faster than thought.
Roaring swordlight bloomed incessantly, leaving only swaths of wretched ruins wherever it touched.
Deep sword scars inscribed meteor-like trails across the universe, filling the foundations that sustained existence with their own darkness. As the energy it devoured increased, miniature stars like flowers even began growing within the void of the blade.
Though Artosh's ominous, charging figure was already right before him, making the blade spanning the distance between earth and moon seem too long to reach him, Roland had never considered such things as the distance between himself and his enemy.
He gripped the savage