As the golden hands pulled him through the falling rubble, Raven's mind raced like never before. His surroundings had slowed, and his heart was pounding in his throat. Unlike Asmareth, unlike Kleismeth, Hamleth's very aura exuded a pressure on reality itself. Bending it to his command and forcing others through this altered state of being.
Yet, if the torch of Athenia's guidance was capable of strengthening entire fleets to fight against lesser gods, then being connected by the soul to Athenia herself had elevated the hero and his companions into the realm of demigods. And through that elevated sense, sharper than a knife's edge, Raven perceived the alterations in reality around him. Athenia was knocked into the ground at the very base of the falling plateau while Elenaria had managed to deflect Hamleth's strike.
