Moradin's sigh did not concern him much.
Kaleid merely replied casually:
"That is only natural. How could my lord's great power possibly be understood so easily?"
"Even though you are also a true deity, I still believe there is an immense gap between you and my lord."
Even though they belonged to opposing camps.
Out of respect for both his status as a true god and as a god-king.
Kaleid still addressed him respectfully.
Of course, words were words.
As he spoke, the movements of his hands did not slow in the slightest.
He continued to swing the Slaughterer of All Beings.
Though it looked as though he were merely flourishing the sword in place.
In truth, with every swing, the Divine Power Enchantment—Seamless Slaughter took effect.
It forcibly canceled out the distance between Moradin and Moradin.
Allowing that incomparably sharp blade to repeatedly pierce Moradin's armor, slicing open his skin and surface muscles.
Indeed, had the Slaughterer of All Beings not been severely weakened within the World of Toril.
And had Moradin not possessed certain means and reserves, allowing him, even in his fallen state, to twist Kaleid's targets to a degree.
Moradin would likely have had his throat slit by a single stroke long ago, or even had his head cleaved off on the spot.
After all, the targets of those wounds that now seemed nonfatal had originally all been places such as his neck, head, heart...
Had he lacked any real ability.
Moradin would have died on the spot in the very first wave of attacks.
Even so, faced with Kaleid's attacks, which were nearly impossible to defend against and could only be mitigated through tricks.
Moradin still found every step exceedingly difficult.
Had he not promptly recalled the Soul Hammer he had thrown.
As the god-king