Fwoosh...!
The moment the words left his lips, frost exploded outward, webbing across the walls and ceiling of the white room in an instant.
The ground cracked, and the temperature dropped so fast that the gods could see their own divine light flicker from the cold.
Cracks spread like spiderwebs beneath Aestrea's feet.
One of the gods, the one with white hair and glowing yellow eyes, stepped forward. Sparks ran up his arms, and lightning began to dance around his body.
The second drew two long blades from his back, both made of divine steel that shimmered with golden light.
The last one didn't even move much.
Space around him bent slightly, rippling like water. Small cracks opened and healed in the air, but Aestrea could see that his Authority of Space was already active.
A god of lighting, of swords, and space...
"Three at once, huh…"
He exhaled cold breath, then gripped [Midnight] tightly as frost climbed up its blade.
"Moonlit Ice Lotus Sword Art..."
