"As long as you can't react…"
"…you're finished."
The attack detonated in a violent explosion, scorching the earth as a thick haze swallowed the entire domain.
"It's over."
Many gods shook their heads. There was no doubt about the outcome. Atticus' strange weapon was terrifying, but even the most absolute power meant nothing if it couldn't be used. Scaela had erased its advantage by moving too fast for him to respond.
"He never stood a chance."
More than a few watched Scaela with trembling eyes, until their expressions froze.
"H-how is this possible…?"
The haze cleared. Atticus stood at the center of the devastation, his arm coated in will closed around Scaela's blade.
There was not a single scratch on him. Not even a flicker in his will.
The Marquis jolted.
"H-he blocked it!?"
"H-how is that possible?"
Of them all, Scaela was the most shaken.
