Kyle's mana surged around him like a tempest. With a sharp gesture, it collapsed inward, forming an intricate shield of layered force designed to trap and suppress divine essence.
The God of Justice was caught at the center, struggling as the layers closed in like a cage built from willpower and raw energy.
The air shook with tension as Kyle's grip on the divine energy tightened.
But the god wasn't finished.
With a slow, deliberate exhale, the God of Justice's body began to shimmer. Cracks formed along his arms and chest—not of pain, but as if something inside him was tearing its way out.
"You still don't understand. Even if you win here… you've already lost."
He said, his voice distorted by the divine tremors.
Kyle's eyes narrowed.
Then came the pulse.
The God of Justice exploded—not in flame or light, but in presence.
