"..."
Near Michael's forging room, the surrounding holy objects lost the constraints of gravity and began to float. Fisher's face was a bit unnatural as he brushed aside one of Michael's floating toy clothes. Suddenly, he noticed a pitch-black sword handle among the relics, looking quite conspicuous.
My Fluid Sword!
Fisher's eyes lit up, and he decisively reached forward to grab the long-lost black sword handle. As his consciousness linked with it once more, the mercurial fluid sword blade extended again, transforming into the form most familiar to Fisher.
"Rumble!"
Outside on the fifth day, one after another, structures were being collapsed by the pressure of the Dragon God slowly crawling out from the gap, but the holy objects generating gravity in the Holy Land seemed to be malfunctioning, causing debris to float up piece by piece. Many angels flew up to look at the enormous rift in space, where the spatial rift continued to expand...
