Su Ren's death brought an awkward pause to the battle, as everyone cancelled their ongoing skills for just a moment to reorganize and recalibrate.
The gods who remained standing did not speak. They merely watched the particles of Su Ren's divine essence dissolve into the fabric of the Pavilion as a reminder of the irreversible truth that had just taken place.
A god had died.
Not by the hands of the Timeless Assassin.
Not in a sealed plane.
But here. Now. In full view of his peers.
*Slam*
Helmuth withdrew his axe, placing it over his shoulders with a heavy slam, as he stretched his neck and grinned a bloody smile.
Beside him, Mauriss floated sideways with a half-smile, twirling lazily in the air, like a man who already knew what card the others were holding.
While Kaelith, as always, stood still at the center, his expression unreadable, as he finally broke the stalemate.
"Do you wish to keep fighting?" he asked, voice calm, level, and impossibly heavy.
