The white marble arena of the pocket dimension was dead silent.
Valerion, the Arch-God of War, stood thirty feet away from Lucifer. The Law-Weapon had normalized his size to a towering seven feet, but his presence was still apocalyptic.
The heat radiating from his burning adamantine armor warped the air. His massive sun-blade hummed with the condensed energy of a dying star.
"You think a locked room saves you?" Valerion sneered. The God's voice was a deep grating rumble that carried the weight of a million slaughtered armies.
"I am War, little mortal. I don't cast spells. I don't use tricks. I break things until they stop moving."
Lucifer did not answer. He adjusted his grip on the ruby-red Blade of Ruin and raised the Aegis of the God-Slayer.
"Let's see if you can break me," Lucifer said smoothly.
Valerion lunged!
