God Realm,
Thalira kept chanting.
Her lips moved in silence, fingers pressed together at her chest, divine mana flowing in thin green strands that sank into the floor beneath her feet. From the outside she looked calm, composed—one more goddess watching the battle unfold.
Inside, her thoughts were anything but calm.
This is bad.
Her gaze flicked back to the battlefield in the distance. The five gods had surrounded him, striking from every angle. Firestorms, ice spears, tidal pressure, gale blades, crushing force—each attack carried the weight of a higher god.
And yet the fight wasn't tilting in their favor.
It wasn't even overwhelming him.
Zane moved through their attacks with unnerving ease. Sometimes he dodged. Sometimes he deflected. Sometimes he simply stood there and let an attack crash against the dark mana surrounding his body before answering with a counter that forced a god to retreat.
He was smiling.
