Desert Planet,
After Zane's words echoed across the frozen planet, the four remaining gods slowly spread out.
The wind howled across the cracked ground, divine pressure building with every second.
Zephyros was the first to speak.
"He's arrogant," the twin said coldly.
Divine mana surged from his palm, condensing instantly. A greenish-silver bow materialized in his grasp, its limbs curved like crescent moons, a pure silver string humming with compressed squall energy. The air around it screamed softly, as if already being cut apart.
Beside him, his twin sister smiled.
"Let's show him what gods truly are," she said lightly. "And kill him quickly."
She glanced toward Vorathrax with anticipation.
"I really want to eat those skewers you promised."
A flash of divine light formed in her hands. A silver trident emerged, tinged faintly pink with a golden hue running along its edges. Water condensed around its prongs even in the frozen wasteland, rippling unnaturally.
