"Divine Descent!"
The moment Cambelin saw the figure, his clothes tore into strips. His gaunt muscles swelled, and in the blink of an eye, he became a scrawny Most Ancient White Dragon, smaller than an ordinary young White Dragon.
The ancient dragon beat his wings, turned, and fled toward the city gates.
He had no intention of challenging a god.
Not even a god with only Weak Divine Power, ranked at level one, had ever considered it.
Getting close to godhood was still only getting close.
Until one became a god, one remained weak.
Watching the White Dragon flee, "Kohler" curved his lips into a faint smile.
In an instant, a realm unfolded, flooding every corner of the Holy City with dazzling light.
The city's squares vanished. Its crowded buildings vanished. Its magnificent temple vanished. In their place lay hard gray flagstones and furnaces spread across the land.
Beneath a blue sky and white clouds, Petitioners in the form of souls went about their business. Some sat resting, some worked up a sweat, some chatted and laughed, and others sang softly.
The God of Craftsmen had projected his Divine Kingdom into the city.
When Ieta Cavendish saw the god who had descended into Kohler in the square, his pupils widened slightly.
The God of Craftsmen has descended! But how? I clearly deceived him, and I saw nothing like this in the future I foretold. He couldn't have descended now unless...
A bone-chilling cold surged from his heart into his mind. Unless the God of Craftsmen interfered with my Divination and fed me false signs. Unless he knew from the start that I was deceiving him.
*He knew but said nothing. He let me use his identity, waiting until the crucial moment to descend and claim the spoils of victory—the Authority