"Composite armor, disengage."
"Acceleration ritual, begin!"
"Pour all your mana into the Dendera Light Bulb!"
Nitocris raised her staff high. The detailed control did not require the Sun King himself to perform it.
"Ha ha ha ha! At a time like this, that Lion King has probably forgotten all about me."
The Great Temple began to shake violently. Ozymandias sat back down upon his throne, a mocking yet confident smile on his face—one undoubtedly directed at the Lion King.
"After all, a Great Divine Punishment carried out from an extreme distance, something like the Light of Judgment, is not my exclusive privilege. She can use it as well."
"But since she has chosen to deploy her Holy Spear, I am the only one who can employ such a method."
"This is what they call seizing the initiative."
He closed his eyes and looked eastward, toward the Holy City.
Through Nitocris's mirror, he could see the golden tower piercing straight into the heavens. It was visible to the naked eye even from within the desert.
"Truly magnificent. Only something like this is worthy of being destroyed by my Great Divine Thunder."
"A mere king of men who has entered the domain of the gods."
Ozymandias abruptly rose to his feet again and spread his arms wide.
"No! You may already be an existence equal to a goddess, but—"
"I am the Sun King, the King of Gods—! I am Pharaoh, and Pharaoh is me! Let me show you the true gap between you and me—!!!"
The entire Great Temple erupted with astounding light. The sensation emanating from its mana was not inferior in the slightest to the Holy Spear far away in the Holy City.
Nothing but fervor remained on Ozymandias's face as he shouted.
"Dendera Light Bulb Amun-Ra, open your