Seojun's mana flared violently, thick and dark like a storm ready to swallow everything. The ground beneath his feet cracked and split, chunks of earth rising and floating in the air.
Opposite him, The Gods divine aura surged as well radiant, golden light bursting out and shaking the very space around them. The clash of their powers distorted the air, lightning arcing across the ruined land.
Both were seconds away from striking when a thunderous voice echoed from above, shaking the heavens themselves.
"Enough!"
The command wasn't just sound it carried divine authority, freezing both of them in place. Even Zarion's light dimmed slightly.
Then the same voice spoke again, colder this time. "Zarion. Take him here."
Zarion clicked his tongue in annoyance and gave Seojun one last sharp glare. "You're lucky," he muttered. With a flick of his finger, divine light swallowed them both.
