Roland calmly watched the sky, which had become considerably clearer.
As the Demon Gods actively displayed their might, their power spontaneously pushed aside the surrounding Phases.
Although this hardly eradicated the Phase Sparks, which were as sticky and troublesome as a mire, compared to the previous distorted spectacle of countless overlapping Phase worlds, a mere few layers of overlap could at most be called flashy. It was much easier on the eyes.
With that in mind, Roland calmly observed the figures in his field of vision, matching them one by one to the intelligence reports through the Phases blazing brilliantly behind them like torches.
A bare-chested young man with light-colored hair was covered in war-paint tattoos. His left arm was a silver prosthesis, and countless insects crawled through the gap between that shining silver wrist and the wound at his shoulder.
Those conspicuous features told Roland who he was without even needing to look at the Phase behind him.
He was Nuada, the first divine king of Celtic Mythology, to which Scáthach, who shared considerable ties with Roland, belonged.
Although his name might not be widely known, his Silver Hand had been mentioned in numerous stories because of how stylish it was.
In Verethragna's original world, one Campione had relied on that single Authority to overcome every challenge.
In the Nasuverse, an important factor in the formation of the Sixth Singularity, the Sacred Round Table Domain, was also Bedivere's use of the concept of this Divine Construct to forcibly retain the Sacred Sword Excailbur, which should have returned to history.
To Nuada's left stood a dark-skinned man with his hair tied in a distinctly Central American ethnic style. Dressed similarly to Nuada, he had a strange prosthetic leg fitted with an enormous round mirror.
Thinking of Othinus's missing eye, one