Before his words had faded, an icy gleam shot from Roland's pupils.
In an instant, the rift spanning tens of millions of multiverses vanished with a roar, replaced by a Demonic Sword proliferating like thorns.
Like a wound that could never heal, it surged along the unseen chains of causality.
Slash Emperor, embodying Roland's desire, rushed forward like a predator.
Wherever it passed, every law was forcibly rewritten, becoming part of its radiance.
Even the throne of skulls Pāpīyas had forged, so vast that it stirred up storms in the void, was helplessly reduced to dust.
"How dare you?"
The fact that his enemy had not fled, but actually dared to attack first, brought profound astonishment to Pāpīyas's eyes.
Then it all turned to shock and fury.
Not only had Roland trampled his goodwill, he had even scorned his power and attacked him, the one who had killed {Serpent}?
Yet that moment of surprise, faced with utterly unhesitating resolve, was enough to cost Pāpīyas the initiative.
Slash Emperor crashed down like lightning, striking his body directly. Its ever-expanding mass shook that heavy frame and drove him straight into the rift at the bottom of primordial chaos.
But even though he had failed to react, Slash Emperor, which had always been unstoppable in Roland's hands, gave a piercing crack.
Although Pāpīyas had never crossed that impossible boundary above the infinite sea, that did not mean anything beneath its surface was qualified to touch him.
Even nonphysical mechanisms existing as narrative concepts could not escape being corrupted and destroyed by his Principle, much less a manifestation of desire weaker than his own.
Like a stone sword striking a finely smelted alloy, the tremors traveling through the blade gave Roland a direct sense of the difference in density.
Even as he continuously poured