"Prismatic Impact."
Those words reached his ears only after Evan's fists had already pummelled his face—blinding him in one eye, and shattering the bones in the arms he had raised to block.
Evan's left hand shot forward, clamping around his throat, but instead of continuing his attack barrage, he spoke.
"Hey bastard, do you realize we're outside your 'territory' now?"
The god Lord's remaining eye widened in horror.
In a downward motion, Evan slammed him down into the ground, the impact shaking the entire battlefield.
Simultaneously, Evan's right hand extended into the distance, and he spoke one word.
"Vanquisher."
Far away, thousands of kilometres across the war-torn field, a lone black blade embedded in the ground trembled. Then it ripped free, spinning into the air.
The sword's path was not a straight one. It whirled through the battlefield, its edges cutting clean through the necks of gods in its way.
Heads flew. Golden blood splattered.
