*Revert to normal.* the sand-filled land of nothingness swapped for the manor. The all-encompassing sphere of Mantia who had gripped the hill eased its strength. Igna stood without concern at the very injured attacker, the land below bulged to accommodate the prior scenery. Forest took the place of the idle land, color and texture restored to reality.
One on his hands and knees, while the other before the restored manor, the discrepancies of such a power struggle would have made a child know when to back down. Then again, the wisest are often the dumbest in a weird paradoxical manner.
*Skills acquired over the ages, transfer to my guardian Spirit, Vengeance, for he is to become the next God Slayer.* A flash of red broke through the attacker's eyes, the sockets emptied and the mouth widened, a liquidy substance flowed outwards, the body-contoured strangely. It began to chant ancient words and sentences; the now fully blackened eye sockets bore its fury to Igna.
