Chapter 113

The newly born world clashes with a world that has steadfastly existed for centuries without wavering, all for a purpose.

The world seeks to completely negate the other world.

The negated world knows it is not allowed to exist.

The small world expands its territory, gearing up to collide with the enormous world.

It might seem like an egg charging at a rock, but its momentum was extraordinary.

Neither visible nor audible.

However, when worlds collide, an unheard roar creates a massive distortion.

“Oh my God. O Kanadiel.”

A soldier on the city wall of Pohelrn groaned as he looked up at the sky.

No one thought it strange.

They were all staring blankly at the sky, sharing the same thoughts.

Anyone witnessing the scene before them would think the same.

The sky above the plains outside the Pohelrn city wall, which had been blue just this morning, had turned dark and crimson, as if night had fallen.

The sky had cracked, much like dry bricks, with red fissures appearing sporadically.

The atmosphere seemed to bubble like a pot of stew hanging in a fireplace.

Everywhere in the sky, the atmosphere flickered and vanished like will-o’-the-wisps.

The clouds that had spread high in the sky seemed to have fled in fear of the clash of god-like beings.

Only a gigantic giant wielding mist and thunderclouds precariously drifted here and there.

“…Is the world going to perish?”

Saraswati muttered blankly as she observed the fight of the transcendent beings and the resulting repercussions.

The giants lined up behind Terato now kept their distance, all looking on in fear at the battle of the transcendent beings.

Some of them had dark expressions as they stood beneath Terato’s feet.

When Terato’s blood soaked the land, it formed puddles, and the Titans born from those puddles were torn apart by the effects of the battle the moment they were born.

In that horrific scene, the humans on the city wall could do little but swallow their breaths at the gruesome sight.

“…Is this going to be okay?”

Saraswati muttered anxiously as she looked at the battleground.

Palas and Anart were also grim-faced as they watched the distortions that began to emerge near the battlefield.

For the High Elves, whose eyes could visually perceive the flow of mana drifting in nature since birth, it was not difficult to see the large and small distortions beginning on the surface of the barrier.

“…It’s a phenomenon I’ve never seen before, and I’d like to study it.”

“Are you suggesting we go out there and examine that phenomenon? Your life wouldn’t be enough even if you had a hundred.”

In response to Saraswati’s wistful words, Palas spoke firmly as if to deter any foolishness.

Terato, Araya, and the battleground.

The distortions of force created by the clashes of transcendent powers at close range were not simple flows of mana.

They were disasters.

If swept away, no trace would remain.

Even the High Elves, who were unmatched in nature, would not fare any better.

‘…Except for one person.’

Palas gazed at the sky with a frustrated expression.

There was Araya up there.

In a place akin to the frontlines of destruction, he could do nothing but watch as his sister was left to fend for herself.

He couldn’t even keep a proper watch over her.

The phenomenon, akin to a natural disaster, above the giant’s waist made it impossible for Palas, a High Elf who had reached the heights, to discern the situation clearly.

Only when a faint golden light flickered between the black thunderclouds could he see the groaning giant, understanding that his sister was still confronting the colossal being that wheeled around like a mountain.

Kugugugung-!

As the aftermath struck the barrier and a sound like something collapsing echoed, the humans unaware of the existence of the battleground reached out toward the sky, praying as if the heavens were falling.

Outside, it was raining lightning.

The peaceful plain beyond Pohelrn’s city walls had already turned into a sea of fire, rivers flowed with the blood of giants, and the bodies of giants that had yet to be born lay scattered everywhere.

“Ooh… O Kanadiel.”

If humans were asked what the opposite of a world overflowing with milk, honey, and meat in the heavenly palace above was, they would nod their heads at the sight right before them.

「Kuh-」

And amidst that chaos, a calamity in the form of a giant twisted its body as a golden and radiant dancer danced through the air, brandishing a sword.

Every time that delicate-looking blade, which seemed too precarious against the massive presence, slashed through the air, a large wound appeared on the giant’s body.

Gyaaaaaaaaaaaah!

The giant’s roar shook the heavens and the earth.

All beings existing in Pohelrn trembled at that cry, which resonated deeply within their souls, regardless of their status.

‘A little bit… just a little bit, but surely Araya is winning.’

The enormous giant, capable of burning and destroying everything, was surprisingly increasing its wounds.

Though it seemed that its healing speed was fast, new wounds appeared even faster than it could recover.

In contrast, Araya had so far not permitted a single attack since she created the ‘domain’ amidst that calamity.

The lightning did not manifest its power within Araya’s domain, and while the giant’s punch contained the force of a small meteor falling, it never touched Araya.

Given the power contained in that punch, it should not be allowed to connect.

‘I can win.’

Palas had an intuition.

Even if it became a drawn-out battle, it was clear that Araya had the upper hand.

The opponent was an existence that had lived for hundreds of years, akin to a mother, a being on the edge of the world’s laws.

In comparison, Araya was barely born and seemed almost like a new being against such monsters.

However, Araya’s genius allowed her to confront the myths that constructed the world, enabling her to gain the upper hand.

‘You, huh…’

Since realizing his own foolishness, he had never once been lazy.

‘You’re a tough one to keep up with.’

Palas forced a bitter smile.

“Eh…? Huh? That… that?”

As Palas was wallowing in self-reproach, he turned his head when he heard Saraswati’s foolish exclamation.

“Oh my… it’s looking this way?”

With a dazed expression, Saraswati pointed.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.”

She pointed at the giant with a horrified expression.

As Palas turned to follow her pointing finger, he froze.

The giant, filled with rage and emitting fiery eyes, was looking down at Pohelrn.

“You little insect. Your speed in escaping is commendable. I will admit it’s hard to catch you. But what about other lesser beings that are not you?”

Terato’s eyes surveyed the humans on the city wall.

“There are lesser beings with similar energy to yours. I wonder if they can escape as swiftly even if they are turned to flesh pudding and ashes?”

Terato’s foot lifted.

Kwahhhhhhhhh—!

In an instant, a thunderous sound shook the ground of Pohelrn.

The air in Pohelrn was filled with Terato’s heated red foot, and the atmosphere shook violently as if a storm were raging.

Yet aside from the chaotic environment, the interior of Pohelrn remained tranquil, with only a slight vibration for a moment.

If it had happened just once.

Terato’s fist. His foot.

And the thunderclouds.

They descended toward Pohelrn.

At first, even those who thought it was an illusion began to realize that some transparent barrier was blocking the towering giant.

But no one felt at ease.

They could not afford to relax.

Every time Terato’s limbs descended toward Pohelrn, it felt as if an earthquake had jolted the very earth itself.

They had come to understand that the transparent barrier protecting them did not guarantee safety from that giant.

“That! That! Just as tall as a mountain! How cowardly!”

On the shaking and bouncing ground, Saraswati barely kept her balance, shrieking.

“This! This! This is no joke! This is seriously not a joke!”

Each time Terato’s fists and feet made contact, the air grew hot due to the force it generated.

The giant, with a density and mass far greater than it appeared, began to pound the barrier with limbs that struck with the might of small meteors.

“Ah! I’m going to die! I’m going to die!”

“Calm down!”

Palas shouted for Saraswati to calm down, though he had no particular plan himself.

Meanwhile, the golden light that had been orbiting the giant began to move frantically.

Relentlessly pouring down strikes onto Terato, who had become defenseless and was only seeking to break the barrier of Pohelrn.

“Looks like you’ve become desperate. But I believe I can be a bit faster.”

Piiiiiik—

When Terato’s fist struck the barrier once more,

The barrier, which had been solid under the countless punches and kicks, swayed for a moment.

“…!”

Anxiety marked Saraswati’s face.

“Block it! We have to stop it! How do we stop that?!”

“It’s the end.”

Terato’s fist reached out.

In that moment, Araya appeared between the fist and the barrier.

“…Araya!”

Palas momentarily saw what seemed like four additional hands sprouting from Araya.

Along with that, a massive barrage of three slashes was emitted.

Each slash held the momentum as if they could slice through a mountain.

The slashes collided with Terato’s oncoming fist.

As the slashes pierced into Terato’s fist, it began to cut through bone and flesh.

However.

“You’ve made a foolish choice. If you intended to flee from the start, you should have run all the way.”

Terato’s fist did not get completely severed.

Though it was in tatters, Terato’s fist still possessed enough strength to withstand Araya’s strikes.

“Araya—!”

A fist packed with the force of a meteor struck down on Araya’s delicate form.

Araya flew into the barrier of Pohelrn at impossible speed, crashing into some parts of the city wall and houses before getting embedded somewhere.

“Arara—!”

Palas looked on in horror at Araya, who had flown inside the barrier.

Terato, sensing his wounded hand healing gradually, prepared to finish off the barrier and extended his hand.

But to Terato—

“Eel— Prigion!”

A gigantic and beautiful golden beast descended, calling out the name of the World Tree.

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