Pallas remained silent. His massive hand, reaching for Symethis, had been stopped. Unwilling to concede, he pushed his bloodline power further, attempting to intensify the Rite of Fatebound Offering.
For a moment, the two Divine Arts remained deadlocked. Pallas's aura rapidly depleted. Ultimately, he was forced to relent and pull back.
Crack... crack...
As Pallas withdrew, the protective black diamond shell surrounding Symethis shattered. The celestial had narrowly escaped a certain death.
"Hmph... You thought it was over?" Symethis scoffed. "Naive!"
In the distance, Pallas let out a cold snort. He raised his eight arms, and bundles of forbidden-tier magic scrolls materialized in his grasp. The sight was absurd.
"This is spatial isolation magic!"
"Time suspension magic!"
"A fire sealing art!"
"A water sealing art!"
"..."
"This is a light sealing art—it should work on you!"
