A pitch-black domain covered the entire space.
As if to crush Ollerus's hopes, Black Hole Power rapidly spread, using the shadow-covered domain as its foundation to envelop the surroundings layer after layer.
Not only that, but because the spacetime continuum had been distorted, naturally formed black holes also appeared once certain conditions were met.
Like weeds ignited by a spark, they completely filled every gap the Black Hole Power could not reach.
In the end, they even began turning the tables, intertwining with the Black Hole Power that had created them to form something almost liquid.
Spreading from bottom to top, they soon formed a black tide within this space of nothingness.
Wisps of that black tide were also drawn toward the changes in the sky, mingling with the escaping Demon God power and energy as they flowed heavily and slowly, like a rotating star.
As Roland had said, this truly was a storm.
Even so, never mind the thunderous explosions from earlier-even the whistling wind and human whispers were louder than this storm.
But sometimes, absolute silence was more likely to stir fear deep within the heart.
Roland's eyes narrowed slightly, his lips trembling soundlessly.
Simultaneously suppressing Othinus on the outside and Ollerus in his grasp demanded an enormous expenditure.
For the first time in a long while, he experienced the sensation of his power being drained, and even wanted to stop for a moment to catch his breath.
What that expenditure bought him was a Black Hole Domain capable of erasing everything.
With Magnetic Field Rotation and Demon God power operating at full output, this proliferating Black Hole Storm had drawn infinitely close to the scale of the universe.
Ollerus was the first to experience that scale.
Under the Northern Europe Throne's magic formula, the Demon God power