The next instant, Reinhard raised the Dragon Sword above his head, and there was a single flash of light― the sky was split, cracks ran throughout the very air itself; the earth crumbled; mana swirled in a vortex; and along the arc of his slash, the World... slid.
The moment after that cascading slash settled down, the white, cold air covering the world... recovered.
The slide in the World was repaired, the parts that had become a swirling vortex of mana reverted to their proper forms, flowers budded forth from the shattered earth, and peace spread throughout the cracked air. From the sky, dazzling sunrays poured down.
The slash of the Sword Saint had both ended the World and simultaneously brought about its re-creation― and the enormous beast that had been bathed in that slash had been annihilated from the World without a trace.
There were not even side effects of the destruction to be seen; that a battle had even taken place seemed like nothing but a dream.