Morgana had waited long enough. Through duel after duel, she'd kept her composure, holding back her wrath, her need to intervene. But now it was her turn. Her crimson gaze burned as she stepped into the arena, and a suffocating pressure rippled through the entire coliseum.
Across from her stood Kronos, fully restored, his armor glistening, his power undeniable. Yet beneath the divine calm was a crack of irritation. He had been played. A god of his stature, manipulated by mortals he once considered dust.
He let out a slow, disdainful breath. "No matter how many tricks you throw at me, the result will be the same. None of you can defeat me."
Morgana didn't respond with words.
She raised both palms, and flames erupted. Not ordinary fire, but one filled with the power of the cosmos, the signature of a Grand Magus realm. The spectators roared, startled by the reveal. The Earth faction had finally unleashed their strongest.
