"...Why is this?"
Confusion and bewilderment even surpassed fear and anger.
If I had such power myself, why would I have waited until today?
"So since you were able to come this far—what were you doing before?!!"
Bang—!
His figure exploded, and Ra tried to save himself.
Black vapors swirled, and he wanted to expel all parts stained with black aura. But as he reformed his body from a distance, he still felt that sense of despair approaching ever closer.
The boundless power at the peak of Divine Power seemed utterly useless, and Ra was only able to continue struggling because when he fully mastered Absolute Void, a certain trait from the world also attached to him.
But intuition told him that if this continued, as that power continued to spread over him, he would ultimately pay an even heavier price.
This price wasn't death, but it was equally indelible. And the reason it wasn't the sole cause of death was that the sword wasn't aiming at him!