Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The war staff stirred the firmament. The Goddess of Wind showed her true form—stunningly beautiful, with a blade of killing intent between her brows.
"Ha!"
In a flash, nine Gale Lances plunged from the sky.
Sizzle…
Each lance unraveled into ribbons of azure wind that hammered Hobilarze's body in relentless succession.
Damage -1!
Damage -1!
As the floating numbers popped over and over, every trialist around froze in disbelief.
"That's it? That's your Godslayer 'god'?"
"He can't even break Lord Hobilarze's golden-body defense!"
Thinking he was in the clear, Vincent bent over laughing at Orson, desperate to claw back the face he'd lost.
"A so-called mortal god trying to pierce a divine weapon's defense with an A-tier skill… no wonder Belenor got captured."
"Seems I'm not so different from Earth's so-called Archmage after all."
Several offworld trialists chuckled, suddenly convinced their hesitation against "King Kay" had been pointless.