Amid the pitch-black, annihilating light of nothingness, a white spot rose like a second sun.
Starting from the tip of the spear Othinus swung down, the starry sky was divided in two.
Between heaven and earth, only a vast silence remained.
The next second, the nothingness in which everything had vanished was swallowed whole by boundless white light like the birth of the world, without even a moment of resistance.
"That bastard..."
Othinus's figure flashed, a trace of anger appearing on her cool, beautiful face.
Beside her feet lay an ornament the size of a glass marble, with a nebula slowly revolving inside.
"I only achieved the result you wanted ahead of schedule, didn't I? Even if you won't thank me for saving you the effort, surely there's no need to curse me?"
In a lightless void resembling outer space, Roland and Othinus stood facing each other.
"Besides, you clearly said you would turn this world to ashes to celebrate, yet you intervened to stop its destruction and leave a little debris behind. That's not like you."
Roland looked with interest at the glass marble at Othinus's feet and chuckled softly.
That was right.
Othinus had swung the Spear of the Main God not to compete with Roland over who could kill faster, but to preserve the remaining world from the aftermath of that blow.
Othinus ignored Roland's teasing and simply gazed quietly at her surroundings.
Amid shadowy hues like a bottomless abyss, there was no distinction between heaven and earth.
All she could perceive was the ground beneath their feet, without any difference in elevation, not even a micrometer of variation, stretching beyond the horizon.
Whether natural or artificial, nothing that could lend any sense of reality could be found, even after turning a full three hundred and sixty