"You're nothing but a monster pieced together from countless shattered souls!" Ian's words were like the sharpest blade, piercing through Set-Apep's flawless divine facade. At that instant, the frozen space-time seemed like glass smashed by a heavy hammer, and real cracks appeared on the evil god's gold-cast face for the first time.
"Shut up!" Set-Apep's voice suddenly split into countless tones, some shrill, some deep. "I am myself! I am perfect! I am eternal! I am—"
"You are nothing." Ian coldly cut him off. "You're just a monster pieced together from countless shattered souls. I am all living beings, yet all living beings are not me—this is the truth contained within the sun!"
Those words seemed to trigger something.
The evil god suddenly clutched his head and let out an inhuman howl. His body began expanding and twisting erratically, at times becoming a many-limbed monster, then returning to his perfect human form.
All the faces on the wings of light behind him opened their eyes, each making a different sound. Some wept, some laughed madly, and some recited spells long forgotten.
These changes confirmed Ian's speculation—this so-called "perfect being" could barely control the myriad souls he had devoured.
"You can't even maintain your own form, Set-Apep." Ian continued pressing him, his wand quietly drawing a complex magic circle behind his back. "Or should I call you 'them'?"
Being skilled at wielding the power of language was one of Ian's greatest strengths as Hogwarts' eloquence prodigy. After all, he had once verbally fought against Slytherin House and Voldemort alike.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
The evil god's roar was like ten thousand thunderclaps exploding at once. His body suddenly swelled and deformed, dozens of struggling Human Faces emerging beneath his skin. His twelve wings of light beat frantically, each flap