Thalor was hammered by explosions powerful enough to obliterate him, only to reform instantly as though nothing had happened.
"I wonder what will happen first—your entire population dying because of you, or me! Let's find out!"
Cackling like a maniac, Thalor charged downward. Purple and black energies surged around him, manifesting his Incarnation: a towering, armored demon-like entity with long wings, a razor-sharp tail, and enormous claws.
"Demoness!"
With a single command, the Incarnation roared and lunged at Gustaf, dodging the Gravity Spheres before slamming a fist into his face. Glasses shattered; Gustaf hurtled through the forest within Benladra's Divine Realm.
CRAAASH!
He tore through dozens of trees, then wrenched himself back using Gravity to pull his own body. A colossal hand of pure Gravity materialized, slamming Thalor into the ground and hurling him straight out of the Divine Realm.
"Heh…"
