On the demon world side, there was nothing left.
The Demon Gate was gone.
Not cracked. Not sealed again.
Gone.
Garion stood where it had once been, hands in his pockets, looking at the empty space with a relaxed smile.
The violent pull had faded. The pressure was gone.
Only broken ground and distorted air remained as proof that something massive had existed there moments ago.
"…Huh," Garion muttered. "So it actually worked."
He tilted his head slightly, examining the area like a scientist reviewing an experiment result.
"To think the technique I just made could do this much damage," he said to himself. "I really am kind of a genius."
Garion chuckled softly.
He stretched one arm, rolling his shoulder as if checking for strain.
"All I did was compress everything."
Then he focused on the core of his body.
"Thanks to my [Unique Physique]," Garion continued calmly, "all my mana naturally carries gravity traits."
He raised his hand slightly, remembering the moment.
