Herlixion was silent in response. His face was covered with golden veins, as if the spring of divinity was flowing through them. His aura had also shifted, becoming more threatening and more authoritative.
"I would expect no less than a godslayer," he said. "You're right. As long as we are using our incarnations and not our actual celestial bodies, we are immortal. But it comes with a seal on our powers."
Arthur noticed that the god was calm again, which made this a lot more difficult. His calm was a problem on its own, but it stemmed from a much deeper confidence that the god now had.
"I apologize for the earlier display," Herlixion said while raising a hand. This time, he didn't summon a weapon, but created it out of thin air. It materialized slowly, but each golden strand that worked to form it seemed to devour the reality around it. "This time, I'll be the champion that I introduced myself as."
