How terrifying was a Divine Power Blast unleashed at full strength by a deity wielding greater divine power?
One look at Domiel's condition told the story.
The pillar of light had slammed him from midair more than a hundred kilometers into the ground. Then immense pressure below had spewed him back out with the magma. Not an inch of skin or muscle remained intact, and silver-white bone showed in places.
Without the Planar Will of the Seven Mounting Heavens bolstering him, he would probably have vanished entirely on any other Outer Plane or on the Material Plane.
A Divine Power Blast unleashed by greater divine power had a good chance of shattering an unprotected planet in a single strike, or even destroying a star within a solar system.
Superbombs such as nuclear weapons and Cyclonic Torpedoes, which struggled even to break a planet apart, were little more than toys by comparison.
Had the Seven Mounting Heavens not been an Outer Plane with infinite space, that single blow would have punched through the land beneath them and blown it apart.
Talona's avatar, the source of that breathtaking destruction, slowly descended before everyone's eyes. Fury on her face, she grabbed Domiel by what little remained of his charred hair and hauled him up. Naked killing intent blazed in her eyes.
Though her alignment had shifted from evil to neutral, and she no longer took the same pleasure in spreading plague, fear, and death, her vindictive nature had scarcely changed.
She had placed such high hopes on this godspawn that she had nurtured him with painstaking care since his conception, terrified that anything might go wrong.
And now, barely born, he had nearly been killed by a member of the Celestial Seven. How could Talona accept that?
She had resolved to kill Domiel