After taking blow after blow and realizing he was barely losing health, while at the same time watching his own attacks land harder than they ever had before, Ryan would have to be blind not to notice something was going on. He prided himself on being a veteran player, an "elite," as he liked to remind himself. Only a fool would miss the truth staring him in the face.
Godslayer.
The word struck him the moment the thought surfaced. Of course. The title he wore. The only thing that could make fighting a Divine being feel this easy.
He exhaled, the tension in his chest easing as a faint laugh escaped him. If Adanaya hadn't appeared in that cinematic, cut scene state when she arrived, she would have spotted the title hovering over him instantly. And if she had noticed, he would already be dead. No question.
Now, though, there was hope. Maybe even a chance to finish this.
