Back in the grand colosseum, Aegir, Ignis-Vael, and Skysu watched their grand host evaporate through the scrying pool.
"Physical warfare is futile against that fortified grid," Skysu stated. He clenched his fists.
"Then we break his mind," Ignis-Vael growled. "We project our divine essence directly into his sanctum. We will crush his fragile human willpower and force him to surrender the continent to us."
The three ancient gods formed a triangular formation around the scrying pool. They chanted a forgotten incantation. Ancient magic flared around their bodies. They forcefully tore a dimensional rift straight into the coordinates of the orbital sanctuary.
They expected to find a trembling player hiding behind a digital console. They planned to loom over him and demand total submission.
