The soldier was eliminated, scattering into pixel dust that shimmered briefly in the simulated sunlight before fading away like forgotten sparks from a dying fire.
The battlefield was designed so well by Loki that the weapons of everyone and their abilities weren't real, but intricate illusions woven from threads of mischief and magic.
The air hummed with deceptive energy, fooling senses into believing the chaos was tangible.
Simply put, the Black Sphere Aaron was holding wasn't real, but an illusion created from his memory of his weapon, a perfect replica that felt solid in his grip, its shadows coiling with remembered menace.
The illusion magic, of course, wasn't being monitored by Loki, so he couldn't access sensitive information from others.
The god's power blanketed the entire galaxy-wide simulation, but prying into individual minds would invite overload.
