Intense crimson light radiated its power without restraint.
The heavens and starry skies within Roland's sight were filled with that scarlet light.
The light ranged from dark to pale, as though someone had dripped blood-red paint onto the canvas of the universe and smeared it freely.
"Contract Spirit [The Dwarf in the Flask], contracted."
"Contract Spirit [Alucard, King of Vampires], contracted."
"Contract Spirit [Naraku, Onigumo], contracted."
"..."
The Key of All Spirits' once-pleasant notifications, which signaled an influx of power, could no longer stir Roland after ringing out tens of thousands of times.
Instead, Roland felt as though he stood at the center of a disaster.
He was like a mortal stripped of all power experiencing a magnitude-eight earthquake; everything before his eyes was turning upside down.
All the sounds around him vanished as well, leaving only the shriek of boiling water and thunderous rumbling.
Contracting every Contract Spirit in one go could not be called wise, no matter how one looked at it.
After devouring the power of the Angels and the Void, then pursuing the ultimate limits of the mind further, the price of contracting Contract Spirits had become almost incapable of affecting Roland.
But that did not mean he could absorb Contract Spirits without limit.
The combination of unity between spirit and flesh and the Third Magic had only greatly increased Roland's threshold. It had not made the price of Contract Spirits disappear.
After swallowing the Contract Spirit Wings, which could let even the Winged Serpent break through his limits and gain a tremendous increase in strength, in one gulp, Roland quickly understood the consequences.
Contract Spirits varied in both magnitude and special qualities, but the light that determined their value to a contractor was distinguished by the size of their price.
Watching the multicolored Contract Spirit