In just one second, the torrent was tamed and quietly dispersed into the air. The deafening noise vanished, but the eardrums of the two kept vibrating incessantly. It felt as if their hearing had suddenly disappeared, yet an unshakeable piercing shriek continued to echo in their minds.
"You're stealing my power!" Lynch shouted, startled by his own loud voice. "But you can't drain my magic! Nor can you attack me with the same trick again!"
The Magic God slowly walked closer, found a giant rock on this devastated land, and stood on it to say to Lynch, "Your accusation is meaningless. The magic origin you wield is what I originally granted. Now do you understand why victory is inevitably mine?"
"Then I shall drown you with your own well water. What does it matter?" Lynch began to gather power anew. "You're merely a god managing magic power, not magic itself. There's no substantial difference between us!"
