Neo floated in the silent vacuum of space. The arrogant words of the Fire God echoed through the cosmic ether, delivered by localized waves of localized divine mana. Ignis demanded surrender. He demanded that Neo kneel before a chariot pulled by glowing reptiles. He threatened to burn Neo to ashes.
Neo found the entire display deeply amusing.
From his new cosmic perspective, the Ashen Vanguard did not look like an unstoppable divine army. They looked like a buffet. His newly formed Demi God core pulsed with an insatiable hunger. The million points in his physical stats made the fabric of reality feel like fragile glass around his fingertips.
He slowly lifted his right hand. He did not draw his sword. He did not even bother to assume a fighting stance.
