Inside the Key of All Spirits was a scene like city lights coming on at dusk. Contract Spirits of all shapes and postures resembled lost pearls scattered across this sea of worlds.
Though locked in place and unable to move, they still struggled tenaciously, radiating brilliant light from within.
Roland narrowed his eyes slightly. At such an important moment, his expression had grown much more solemn.
A lost wanderer without a path could never get far by relying solely on Contract Spirits to grow stronger, but abandoning their advantages altogether was an even more shallow idea.
Even for Roland in his intact state, Contract Spirits guaranteed the possibility of something new, let alone now.
Drawing a new Contract Spirit was extremely important to him.
And the reason was simple.
"Right now, I'm too weak."
Roland had admitted this himself when facing Aleister.
He truly had not been humblebragging or trying to set a trap for Aleister.
So weak it was pitiful-that was how Roland genuinely felt.
After he locked onto a phase with his rank to use as an anchor, the Dream Realm upon the Throne had, in a sense, invaded this world. It barely freed Roland from his immobilized predicament and gave him a starting point from which to begin again within the human domain.
With the power of his rank in the phase, Roland's strength had not noticeably declined.
But ultimately, that power came from the severely damaged Dream Realm, which no longer contained the slightest life force.
It was like a car with badly damaged components. Though it retained its overall shape and could still run, its speed and performance were firmly stuck where they were.
Roland intended to pour in fuel called possibility to propel it forward, driving this car to the pinnacle of the phases,