"Bane, you think you have a fallback plan. Did you think I didn't?" Green said with a smile, watching Bane look as if he were questioning his own existence.
Green's calm tone and unruffled manner sent a chill through Bane.
The power that had seemed so ferocious in his demonic form suddenly quieted.
Bane felt like a beast caged, every move he made already anticipated by Green, the God of Dominion before him.
Worst of all, he had no idea what had happened during the time he'd just lost.
He clearly remembered killing the God of Dominion before him, dismembering him completely.
But it was obvious that things hadn't happened the way he remembered.
Bane watched Green with extreme wariness, like a wounded beast afraid to make another move.
High above the Origin Force Sea, the gods' projections watched the battlefield in Avalas shift once more. Unable to believe their eyes, they rubbed them.
Some of the lesser and intermediate gods cried out in alarm.
"What happened? Why is the God of Dominion completely unharmed?"
The gods whispered among themselves, all trying to guess what had happened.
"It was a Twelfth-Ring Spell! The God of Dominion cast a Twelfth-Ring Spell."
Mystra, the Magic Web Goddess, suddenly spoke from her throne.
Boom!!!
Mystra's words fell among the gods like a bomb.
Their pupils contracted sharply, and shock spread across their faces.
Ever since the Ancient Era, when a Netherese mage had cast Karsus's Avatar—a Twelfth-Ring Spell—and caused the death of Mystryl, Mystra's predecessor, the Magic Web had forbidden the casting of spells above the Tenth Ring.
While such spells were being cast, the Magic Web offered no assistance whatsoever.
The tremendous Mana cost and complicated structure meant that spells above the Tenth Ring had appeared only a few times since