Fulgardt hissed a breath and evaded a blotch of black from the Imperial Territory. He could hardly maneuver around with every part of his being turning into a special kind of rock. No power Fulgardt possessed could transmute his already transformed bits back into flesh, soul and Broader Existence.
This really seemed like checkmate.
However…
The Immoral grinned.
To think Void would go this far… and be so lukewarm in her intent at the same time.
'And here I was looking forward to showing off with this against the brat…' thought Fulgardt.
Some distance away from him, Quintess was expelling a shower of light through his firing Amras. A Deity's Amras was different from that of a Divine. His formed a thick, bolt outline around him and began sprouting shapes – avian shapes. Nearly a hundred of them sprang forth but remained tethered to the bold, glaring white outline around the Deity.
