The systemic invulnerability tags completely shattered.
The localized tempests of divine energy dispersed, revealing four literal gods standing directly on the mud of the Continental Moat. The game engine physically warped around them, struggling to calculate the sheer density of their merged stats. They were no longer sitting safely behind their keyboards in the Void.
They were on the battlefield.
If Red could kill them here, it wouldn't matter how many millions of Divine Points they had left in the bank, or how many mortal followers still worshipped them.
The absolute, lethal risk of the Descent Protocol swung both ways. To cancel the descent and flee back to the Void would require another ten-second channeling sequence, where the host body would be completely stripped of invulnerability and left entirely paralyzed and defenseless.
