The Holy Father clutched the bloody stump of his right wing. He hurtled back thousands of meters through the void before he barely managed to steady himself.
Golden blood spilled across the horizon. Each drop struck the earth and burned a pit too deep to see into.
The Holy Father roared through gritted teeth, forcibly channeling Origin Divine Power through the wound.
But the Order Tear carried by Day and Night was not so easily washed away.
That gray law was a product of higher-dimensional causality. The golden light failed to cleanse it. Instead, it behaved like a shark scenting blood, gnawing backward from the base of his severed wing into his Origin Essence.
The searing pain made the muscles in the Holy Father's face twitch uncontrollably.
Down in Obsidian Plaza, the Water God cheerfully tapped the shield.
"Hey, plucked Angel! That's quite a look. If you don't want that right wing anymore, toss it down here so I can make soup!"
Dies Martin piled on.
"A mighty Origin Deity, coming all the way to our Origin Realm to get himself killed. Does this count as cross-dimensional charity?"
The Holy Father was beside himself with rage.
Being wounded by a human from a lower-dimensional universe was bad enough. Now even those ants below, who had never so much as reached the threshold of Main God Tier, dared to mock him.
"You're all going to die!"
The Holy Father flung up both hands. Blinding golden light erupted, and three dazzlingly intricate halos of the Law of Origin lit up beneath his feet, one above another.
[Origin Divine Armor: 99% Absolute Damage Reduction] [Absolute Radiance: Immune to all shadow- and evil-attribute damage] [High-Dimensional Life Recovery: Restores 10% of maximum health per second]
As the halos activated, the Holy Father's absurdly