The Trial of Valhalla was a fair duel between two warriors.
To ensure it would be so, this sacred tradition was under the jurisdiction of the Gods of Aesir. Every battle must have one of their gods presiding.
Although Themis wasn't an Aesir, her divinity was based on their laws. This qualified her to serve as the referee for today's battle.
As the one supposed to uphold the fairness of the battle, she felt a bit stumped. The moment the power of faith entered the equations, she immediately knew she had no ability to balance it out.
'Damn…' William cursed internally as the powerful force oozing out of Zion's body slowly pushed him back.
All his young opponent did was take a single step in his direction. And yet, the power in that simple step had already made him skid a meter away from where he originally stood.
After making up his mind, his body slowly rose from the ground.
