Hovering in the sky, Thirteen looked at the Supreme Commander of the Infernals with a defiant look on his face.
The current situation made Thirteen glad all his senses had been dulled. Those two moves from earlier should've caused him great pain, for using the power of the Skip God to kill Pseudo-Gods pushed the rules of combat to its limit.
It was only a matter of time before the law of causality caught up to him. But for as long as possible, Thirteen wouldn't let himself look weak. Everyone's eyes were on him, and the denizens of Solterra's morale depended on him.
Earlier, the upper echelons of the Infernal could still laugh and mock him.
Now they were silent.
His show of force made even the remaining Pseudo-Gods raise their guards. They even activated their defensive artifacts, hoping they wouldn't suffer the same fate as Arkael and the Moth Lady, Noctyra.
If only they knew Thirteen could no longer use the same move for a few hours, they would have attacked him by now.
