Sizzle—!
The imagined scenario of thousands of degrees of plasma instantly vaporizing the opponent did not occur.
Instead, a streak of golden knife light surged skyward, abruptly slicing through Byron's three plasma breaths in the blink of an eye.
Originally an incarnation seemingly forged from gold, glistening all over, the [Wealth] incarnation grew even larger, astonishingly wielding a scimitar in a counter-charge towards Byron.
A beam of golden light rose from the treasure crown atop the Wealth incarnation's head, revealing the wealth that belonged to it.
Gold Coins, silver coins, gemstones, pearls... A dazzling array of treasures almost blinding the eyes.
In the mighty radiance of the treasure, thousands of pious voices sang praises:
"The guardian of all underground treasures, incarnation of love and beauty, dance and music, mother of Pharaoh King [Lion-Headed Goddess] Hathor..."
