On the Pandemonium Plane, atop the Broken Throne, Cyric suddenly opened his eyes as he sensed his power being triggered.
"It worked! Hahaha! Evil gods, I have you to thank for your power!"
Cyric threw back his head and laughed. Without the Evil gods' Divine Power bolstering him, his own power alone would never have been enough to trap Tyr in an Illusion Realm.
But in the next moment, Cyric's flushed face turned deathly pale, and his body trembled slightly.
Even among those with Greater Divine Power, God of Justice Tyr was a top-tier being. To fool his senses, the Illusion Authority had to bear tremendous pressure.
That pressure traveled through the Divine Office and ultimately fell upon Cyric himself.
Already far from his peak, Cyric found the immense strain almost unbearable.
Huff, huff, huff!!!
Heavy panting echoed from the Broken Throne. Having barely recovered a little energy, Cyric also tried to control his emotions and not get too excited.
"Whew. I hope the corruption of Tyr speeds up! Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold out much longer!" Cyric panted, then closed his eyes.
Before that, however, Cyric split off a little of his Divine Power to create another enormous illusion. He made it scream wildly, continuing to maintain his image of madness.
On a certain plane, atop a mountain.
The summit was covered in deep snow, and bitterly cold winds blew without pause.
The icy wind swept the snowflakes along, lashing past like razor-sharp blades.
Crack, crack...
The sound of boots crushing snow carried faintly through the gale.
On the upper slopes of the mountain, Tyr's avatar was steadily climbing. He wore a hunter's leather armor, had lost his right hand, and was blind in both eyes.
The extreme cold and howling wind had no