Inside the Dark Hut, Raphael quietly watched the battle in the real world between Randall Valentinus, Archbishop of the Church of Storms, and Kisma, the Saint Tenebrous.
Kisma had just been ambushed by Trissy, the Demoness of Despair, and infected with a Beyonder virus that gave him pneumonia. These attacks and adverse effects had already begun to take their toll, weakening his combat strength.
Thus, Kisma had no intention of fighting at all. He transformed into a shadow, hoping to escape.
Randall held both arms out level. Lightning flashed and thunder roared in Backlund's night sky, where spring had only just begun. Winding silver bolts slithered through the air like monstrous snakes, forming an oppressive silver-white forest.
Kisma was trapped beneath this "forest." Thick bolts of lightning kept crashing down, either attacking the shadow in the living room or cutting off his escape.
For the moment, Kisma was pinned down at the gathering and could not leave.
Inside the Dark Hut, Raphael marveled, The abilities of Tyrant pathway Beyonders really do make an impressive spectacle!
Even if Cattleya and the others' earlier battle had escaped the Official Beyonders' notice, they would definitely have noticed this by now. Even those asleep would have been jolted awake.
Kisma knew another official Saint might arrive in the very next second. He stopped dodging and swiftly resumed human form, conjuring a large, pitch-black shield in his hand.
Thick bolts of lightning struck the shield, sending ripples across its surface, but it held against the terrifying barrage for the time being.
Holding the shield with one hand, Kisma bit off the index finger of his other hand, scattered his blood on the floor, and chanted an incantation. The light around him suddenly blurred, then the air warped, and he instantly became unreal.
This was a