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The solar eclipse of deep darkness inverted, turning into a silver-red light. Misha blinked twice, and the moon in her eyes turned silver-red.
“A world where you can play with all your might—a world that won’t break under the strain of your full power.”
Sarjieldenav’s total solar eclipse had transformed into Altiertonoa’s total lunar eclipse. The silver-red light of creation shone upon me and Equis.
“Ar Ent Ertonoa.”
The world around us transformed: The sky seemed endlessly higher, both Sarjieldenav and Altiertonoa floating side by side, while the land below seemed to stretch in every direction, dotted with silver ice forests, grasslands, mountains, and towns.
No one was here besides Equis and me. This was a divine domain created by Militia, the Goddess of Creation—
“The three-sided world, Demon King Garden,” Misha said.
As soon as the Demon King Garden fully manifested, the Boros Hetheus in my source crumbled away into black ashes. Jet-black particles overflowing from my source drew a seven-layered spiral around my body.
“Guh... Gah!”
I snapped off the arm Equis had buried in my abdomen and sank my fingers into their skull. The cogs in their head broke as they tried to leap away from me—but my fist moved faster and shot through their face.
They crashed into the trees of ice with a resounding boom, the impact smashing a crater in the ground as they landed. With a quick flick of my wrist, a cannon made of a seven-layered spiral magic circle appeared.
Egil Grone Angdroa.
Apocalyptic flames struck Equis’s body, and the world went up in black fire. For a brief moment, it looked like the divine domain had turned into a field of black ash, but the sky and ground were fine. The land of ice was still spread before us.
The Demon King Garden was a three-sided world created with the combined authority of Militia and Abernyu, and was illuminated by the Sun of Destruction. The moment a fatal amount of damage was applied to the domain, Sarjieldenav’s power would cancel it out. If any damage still slipped past and wounded the domain, the Moon of Creation Altiertonoa would re-create whatever had been destroyed.
This world contained three layers. If a force surpassing Sarjieldenav’s destructive counter and Altiertonoa’s regeneration were to destroy the world, the second layer of the world would merely be revealed instead.
And as that second layer was revealed, the first world would be re-created. The strategy here was clear—if my destruction couldn’t be stopped, then new worlds just had to be created. I could release enough power to destroy thousands of worlds, but here, each world would just be created again. It was indeed a garden created just for the Demon King.
“Hmm. Not a bad world, Misha.”
I landed on the ground and snapped my fingers. Magic pouring from my source drew a sinister spiral around me.
Divine Eyes made of cogs turned to me with a creak.
“How long are you going to lie there for? Bring out your cogs of despair already,” I said, slowly walking towards Equis. “I’ll show that rusted head of yours what despair really is.”
“A world where you can play with all your might—a world that won’t break under the strain of your full power.”
Sarjieldenav’s total solar eclipse had transformed into Altiertonoa’s total lunar eclipse. The silver-red light of creation shone upon me and Equis.
“Ar Ent Ertonoa.”
The world around us transformed: The sky seemed endlessly higher, both Sarjieldenav and Altiertonoa floating side by side, while the land below seemed to stretch in every direction, dotted with silver ice forests, grasslands, mountains, and towns.
No one was here besides Equis and me. This was a divine domain created by Militia, the Goddess of Creation—
“The three-sided world, Demon King Garden,” Misha said.
As soon as the Demon King Garden fully manifested, the Boros Hetheus in my source crumbled away into black ashes. Jet-black particles overflowing from my source drew a seven-layered spiral around my body.
“Guh... Gah!”
I snapped off the arm Equis had buried in my abdomen and sank my fingers into their skull. The cogs in their head broke as they tried to leap away from me—but my fist moved faster and shot through their face.
They crashed into the trees of ice with a resounding boom, the impact smashing a crater in the ground as they landed. With a quick flick of my wrist, a cannon made of a seven-layered spiral magic circle appeared.
Egil Grone Angdroa.
Apocalyptic flames struck Equis’s body, and the world went up in black fire. For a brief moment, it looked like the divine domain had turned into a field of black ash, but the sky and ground were fine. The land of ice was still spread before us.
The Demon King Garden was a three-sided world created with the combined authority of Militia and Abernyu, and was illuminated by the Sun of Destruction. The moment a fatal amount of damage was applied to the domain, Sarjieldenav’s power would cancel it out. If any damage still slipped past and wounded the domain, the Moon of Creation Altiertonoa would re-create whatever had been destroyed.
This world contained three layers. If a force surpassing Sarjieldenav’s destructive counter and Altiertonoa’s regeneration were to destroy the world, the second layer of the world would merely be revealed instead.
And as that second layer was revealed, the first world would be re-created. The strategy here was clear—if my destruction couldn’t be stopped, then new worlds just had to be created. I could release enough power to destroy thousands of worlds, but here, each world would just be created again. It was indeed a garden created just for the Demon King.
“Hmm. Not a bad world, Misha.”
I landed on the ground and snapped my fingers. Magic pouring from my source drew a sinister spiral around me.
Divine Eyes made of cogs turned to me with a creak.
“How long are you going to lie there for? Bring out your cogs of despair already,” I said, slowly walking towards Equis. “I’ll show that rusted head of yours what despair really is.”
