By the time Fiamma of the Right's wild laughter rang out, he had already reached Roland.
Before the Holy Right at maximum output, distance instantly lost all meaning.
With the starry sky and the seemingly living Dragon Shadow behind him, Fiamma of the Right's less-than-muscular body almost completely blended into the night.
But this change was not merely due to the Shadow of the Red Dragon stirring at the presence of its archenemy. It was also because of the light blooming from the third hand on his right shoulder.
Vast, pure power had already gathered within it, like a volcano about to erupt.
Its radiance was brilliant and dazzling, like a shimmering sea, or the surging, roiling heavens.
Crack!
Within this flood-like radiance, more and more light spilled out like water overflowing a full cup, letting out a piercing screech.
A sound rang out like glass on the verge of shattering beneath an unbearable weight.
Unlike before, this was not merely space crying out, but the distorted Four Great Elements and countless overlapping phases.
The instant before completing its attack, the Holy Right shook almost every phase simultaneously and disregarded their influence, restoring the displaced Four Great Elements to their proper positions.
An output that originally required at least the entire world's malice was now, for Fiamma of the Right, merely an incidental act, as effortless as picking up a pen from a table.
Ordinarily, this dazzling achievement alone would have been enough for Fiamma of the Right to lavish praise on himself. Right now, however, it was insignificant compared to the commotion he would cause next.
The earth shattered layer by layer, spreading in every direction, as though the underground abyss had finally bared its fangs at the Material World.
Chunks of broken rock and sand defied gravity and