Luke and Fate's avatar stared at each other for a single heartbeat, the silence stifling. Then fate twisted again, and I whimpered, the strain growing too much for my soul. When it stabilized, we were further away, and Luke and Fate had taken our place on the edge of the crater. Their blades were locked again, and this time, it was Luke who forced the god back.
"You won't have her," Luke growled. "No matter how many times you freeze time, it won't be enough. I'll never let you hurt her."
"How annoying. You mortals know nothing. I care not for this war. Go, and slay, destroy the church here. Fight your futile fight against the sun god. Just spare me the demonkin behind you. Without that divinity under a god's control, the realms themselves will destabilize. The balance will be broken, and all will come to naught. Everything you fight for will fade into oblivion."
"Good."
"You know not what you speak. There can be no gods, no demons, no cycle without me."
