The crimson sea of fire trembled.
The surging waves seemed frozen in place, countless spiderweb-like cracks defying the laws of physics entirely as they spread across the pool of fire that melted anything on contact.
The Flame of Corruption erupting in liquid form followed suit, retaining its cracked shape as it reverberated violently amid its own fragmentation.
In the world-destroying aftershocks, all things shattered and met their end.
Even higher-dimensional beings capable of glimpsing the truth within the Abyss, and even predicting the course of the future, could not escape this fate.
After all, seeing the future without the power to change it merely made them members of the masses with a little more resolve in the face of such hopelessness.
Yet with Slash Emperor at its ultimate state after devouring the A Certain Magical Index universe, combined with Roland's own weight, he finally possessed the ability to confront that despairing future head-on.
Endless Flame of Corruption replaced space and time, howling fireballs colliding ceaselessly and filling heaven and earth with the screech of grinding metal.
But within this Simulated Universe created by Pāpīyas’s Principle, shrill screams caught like turning gears, jamming this blazing machine.
Those were the trails Roland left as he darted about at will.
Boom-!
An explosion suddenly rang out beside Roland's ear.
It was a warning from the Cross Light spanning heaven and earth behind him.
Because it was so close, he instinctively turned his head.
The sound came from the hand on his right shoulder.
That ethereal, illusory third hand had already shed its awe-inspiring divine majesty. Like metal placed in a bonfire, it had twisted into a mass, suffering severe distortion and deformation.
Its once slender, limpid fingertips had also become withered and sharp, like the claws of a dragon or serpent.
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