His fist reached the sharp tip of Gungnir.
In that instant, all sound vanished from the world.
The kind world vanished and everything was dyed in black.
When Kamijou Touma’s right fist struck it, the lance veered sharply upward.
When Othinus held up her hand, the lance rotated complexly and began to fly back to her
hand through the black sky.
But it never completed the action.
The lance broke apart in midair and completely disintegrated before returning to Othinus
like a boomerang.
[...]
“Gungnir did nothing more than point my powers in the direction of 100% success. But
the fairy spell Ollerus used on me at the very end gave me another possibility as a Magic
God: 100% failure. That possibility means all of my actions will backfire. But if I know I
will always fail, I can achieve victory by always choosing the exact opposite of my initial
impression. ...Even without the lance, a Magic God is still a Magic God!! This is not even
remotely over!!!!!!”
[...]
After the lance’s attack had blown everything away, only the black world remained. The
cracks spreading from Othinus’s back ate into that entire world. A strange symbol spread
out seemingly endlessly. It resembled neither wings nor a flower.
Did her power extend to the farthest reaches of the world?
Was the world ultimately a part of her?
[...]
In the end, the world was her crossbow.
As soon as Kamijou Touma realized that, ten pieces of destruction rained down from the
heavenly dome above.