When Qin Chuan's words, "Defy it, and be reduced to ash," fell silent, even the air in the Divine Might Space seemed to freeze for an instant.
The wavering figure of Dies Martin, the Lord of Lies, visibly paused for the first time.
A flicker of genuine emotion crossed the depths of his irreverent eyes.
It was not a threat. It was a statement of the rules.
Rules so absolute that no being could question them.
Dies Martin suddenly laughed, his voice carrying a strange mix of relief and wonder.
"Fascinating. The remnants of the old era are still fighting tooth and nail over their pitiful scraps of Divine Authority, while you've already begun writing the laws of a new world. No wonder you won."
Dragon Soaring World stood rigidly straight. As he looked at Qin Chuan's back, the last of his conflicted feelings about the source of Roderick's power vanished.
Of course. Qin Chuan had laid the path they walked.
The source of that power had always remained in the guild leader's hands.
It was not a gift. It was order.
Just then, Qin Chuan moved.
Without another word of explanation, he extended a finger and tapped lightly at the Void.
An almost imperceptible wisp of Divine Sense pierced the boundary of the Divine Might Space, crossed the divide between reality and illusion, ignored the vast physical distance, and descended directly over the Court of Sin Punishment in North America.
The Court of Sin Punishment.
Night Cherry Tangle floated beneath the phantom War Ladder with his eyes closed.
Mighty Torrents of Faith surged in from Rust City like rivers, pouring without end into his divine body and Divine Kingdom.
Within his Divine Kingdom, the End Court, the black Judgment Seat that represented his core Divine Authority had been