Above Themyscira, the war between the gods had already reached its boiling point.
For the first time, Link experienced the feeling of being utterly stifled.
His immense strength, enough to push away a planet, was repeatedly deflected by Diana's small Divine Power Shield. His speed, faster than the Flash, still couldn't outpace her battle instincts, honed through countless battles and ingrained into her very being.
What infuriated him even more was the Sword of Hephaestus.
This divine weapon, bestowed by the God King Zeus and personally forged by Hephaestus, the god of smithing, seemed to have been created specifically to counter physical gods like him. The magic enchantments upon it were the power of higher-dimensional Laws, easily ignoring the biological force field he took pride in and directly injuring his true body.
"Skrrt—"
In yet another clash, the Sword of Hephaestus left a bone-deep wound across Link's chest.
Although the wound rapidly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the nourishment of Yellow Sun energy, the stinging pain of being wounded by a mere mortal weapon made Link's expression grow colder.
He understood.
Engaging in close-quarters combat on her home turf against a demigoddess who had lived for thousands of years and been armed to the teeth by the Old Gods was an incredibly foolish and inefficient course of action.
He hadn't come here to prove whose fists were harder.
He had come to take what he needed.
Link's gaze changed.
The feverish battle lust of having finally met an equal slowly faded, replaced by the absolute rationality of a Chaos Sovereign, one that looked down upon everything.
He was ready to end this boring "duel."
However, just as he was about to unleash true indiscriminate power capable of erasing the entire island from the map—
something