Suddenly, the air grew so quiet that time seemed to have stopped.
But the blood gushing from Fiamma of the Right's shoulder denied that possibility.
"How is this possible... my right hand?"
He stared blankly at everything before him, his face filled with bewildered shock.
That was hardly surprising.
Fiamma of the Right was the sort of person who scorned everything in attitude but sought perfection wherever possible in action.
Although he pursued shortcuts, his methods had no oversights. Even without fusing with him, the Holy Right had reached the highest level it could currently attain.
After he had sacrificed his right hand to send his power out of control, victory might have been uncertain, but at the very least, he should not have lost.
At least, he should not have lost so miserably.
Yet the unexpected had happened all the same.
Despite being locked on to, Roland had simply made a chopping motion with his hand, and Fiamma's right hand, operating at full power, had been severed at its base.
Even the Holy Right, pushed beyond its limits and determined to surpass his opponent even if it meant shattering the world, could not make this monster show the slightest reaction or seriousness?
He should have been invincible throughout the universe.
But if so, what words could possibly describe the man who surpassed him?
"There's nothing to be surprised about, is there? The moment your first full-power attempt failed, you should have realized things were out of your control."
Roland spoke mildly, as unconcerned as an outsider.
"Indeed. My power was already enough to save the world the first time, which naturally included defeating the apocalypse. If it still failed under those circumstances, simply increasing its quantity would accomplish very little."
Fiamma of the Right took a deep breath and