Moras's eyes blazed with divine fury, his voice shaking the very air.
"How dare you challenge a god? You think yourself righteous? You are nothing but a blight!"
Kyle didn't flinch. His sword remained steady, its edge glowing faintly with mana and aura, almost like it was alive in his grip.
"You talk too much. Let's finish this."
He said quietly.
With a roar, Moras exploded forward, releasing an ocean of divine energy so thick it made the sanctuary tremble.
The pressure crushed the air, but Kyle responded instantly, cloaking himself in a sharp veil of aura that sliced clean through the divine onslaught.
The two forces collided in the blinding white space, sending out ripples of energy that shattered what remained of the floating sanctuary.
Moras staggered back from the clash, his divine robes torn, cracks forming along his arm.
Still, he sneered.