Solmir walked ahead with a proud swagger, completely lost in his own victory. T
His aura flashed brighter, lighting up the canyon walls. He carried himself with so much confidence that even the wind seemed to back off, like it didn't want to interrupt his little celebration.
Solmir never looked back. Why would he? He had three medallions in his hand and power rushing through his body. In his mind, he'd already won everything. Nothing could touch him now.
Behind him, Reign followed quietly. His eyes glinted with amusement, thin glowing lines trailing behind him like fading scratches of light. The more his prey basked in victory, the sweeter the taste would be when he finally took everything away.
"I can finally become a highest god," Solmir whispered to himself, grinning as if he'd just achieved something legendary.
After a while, Solmir finally reached the end of the canyon—where a single bronze golem stood waiting.
