The dark yellow halos representing dusk within the God of Combat's divine kingdom were being shredded, forcibly rewritten into seal-script characters flashing across the bronze compass.
The God of Combat stood amid the collapsing void, his enormous frame slightly hunched.
Spiderweb cracks now covered his dark gold armor.
What in the world was happening?!
He gritted his teeth and glared viciously at Edwin above him.
Over thousands of years, he had overcome countless trials to reach this point.
Why could this man take control of his divine kingdom so effortlessly?!!
Time, space, laws—
Everything here was slipping out of his control—
What was this?
What the hell was this?!
I am the God of Combat! A true god who rules over violence!!
"Impossible!"
The God of Combat roared and raised his greatsword once more.
It was the physical manifestation of his authority over combat, its blade coursing with the ultimate violence capable of destroying everything.
His authority over dusk clung to it, making the blade radiate a dim light that would bring all things to their end.
Then he hurled the sword like a javelin.
The instant the greatsword left his hand, its speed broke the limits of physics under the authority of dusk, reaching the speed of light.
It plowed a black channel of vacuum through space, severing even the starlight.
Even a true god would have had to evade this strike.
Yet Edwin remained where he was, without so much as raising his eyelids.
There was simply no need—
The next moment, that faster-than-light strike stopped just three inches from Edwin's nose.
There was no sound of collision, no shock wave from an explosion of energy.
It simply stopped dead in midair.
Then the dark yellow light upon it began to dissipate.
The surface of the greatsword that