(Meanwhile, Soron)
Meanwhile, as Leo prepared to take down Raymond, Soron began to introspect his own body one last time, carefully estimating just how much gas he still had left in the tank.
'Five minutes at best, after that I will be unable to maintain God-Tier strength and will begin to unravel in real time.'
He assessed calmly, as he drew in a slow breath and tightened his grip on the only remaining Grudgekeeper Dagger in his hand.
*Clench*
*BOOM*
His killing intent flared outward without restraint, washing across the battlefield like a tidal wave as the space around him distorted, cracked, and folded inward under the pressure of a man who had long since stopped caring about consequences, his smile widening even as his battered body protested the surge.
"Come then," Soron said lightly, as though inviting children to spar rather than facing seven Gods.
As the response he received was immediate.
