A battle of flesh and blood, a raw explosion of True Intent and Physical Ability that seemed to shake the very heavens and earth.
To the side, Elena had at some point risen from the ruins, her expression flickering as she watched the terrifying clash between the two.
She knew the Blasphemer had stolen the power of Deities, but she never imagined his strength had reached such a level.
His divine light shone everywhere, his Holy Flame burned fiercely, and his body was deified—he was like a living incarnation of a Deity.
'Compared to him, my own abilities are laughable.'
'Could it be that his path is the correct one?'
'Serving Deities isn't about becoming their servant, but their master?'
A crazed thought rose in her mind and began to spread uncontrollably.
But soon, a bitter smile touched her lips.
