"Fall back!"
Although Elizard called Carissa a tyrant who solved everything through war, having a military mind and having no brains were two different things.
Her utterly different attitudes toward her mother and Roland were enough to show that Carissa knew perfectly well how to gauge both sides' strength. For someone whose combat revolved around Curtana, even putting up resistance against a monster like Roland was an extravagant hope.
This was no exaggeration.
All of Carissa's abilities rested on Curtana. Without the Sword of Selection, she was, at best, an ordinary magician with a particular talent for combat.
So, after concluding that defeat was inevitable, she began to act at the same time as she gave the order to retreat.
"-Humm!"
Surging energy filled the palace hall. Blazing white radiance burned through the air with terrifying heat and exploded in midair.
A horrifying aura erupted from the ground beneath Carissa's feet, tearing her surroundings apart.
The next instant, countless cracks spread across the entire floor, centered on the hall. Terrifying pulses of power kept coming from underground, violently driving away the air.
A gray tide of dust followed, blotting out everything. The entire castle began to twist unnaturally, like a lump of modeling clay being forced into a bottle.
Solid stone shattered into thick, lingering clouds of dust. Metal frameworks were casually torn into pieces like rag dolls, crushed into powder under the pressure.
-Curtana's Reversal.
This was Carissa's last resort.
Even with the assistance of a Spirit Garment, the immense Angel Power of Michael, the One Like God, was simply too difficult for humans to control.
If they were somewhere they could freely destroy their surroundings, that would be one thing. The rampaging power might even produce additional results in battle. But if it went out of control inside