A flash of lightning ran through the skies, followed by the crackle of thunder.
To the thousands of barons in the layer, it was as though the world itself had reacted.
Raziel Voss, whose staff had been shooting towards Magnus, was halted midway. He found himself suspended in the skies, unable to move an inch.
Magnus, the princess, and her subordinate stared at him with wide eyes just as he began to laugh. They each shot back, creating distance.
"Ah, right!" Raziel said with gleaming eyes, "almost forgot the fucking rules!"
A god could only battle another god. Fighting a champion was forbidden. He'd done just that, and the world had stopped him.
"Alright, alright! I got it!"
He smiled just as the hold on his body waned, then vanished, and movement returned to him.
He clicked his tongue.
"Unfortunate…"
"Godspeed Grace."
