The instant that figure appeared, the sounds in Bruce's ears abruptly ceased. The gold behind him had only just spread across his back, but he was completely unaware of the changes taking place on one side of his body.
He looked toward the figure in the room, wanting to see what a god looked like, but he could not make it out. Even a glance hurt his eyes.
A god could not be gazed upon directly.
Bruce could only withdraw his gaze.
The god who had descended clearly had no idea what had happened. Why had following that sensation brought him here? Nor did he understand why these humans had summoned his true body.
"You mortals..."
Just as the god was about to demand an explanation, the Wizard of the Castro Family began chanting loudly once more.
Chains emerged from the Magic Array, crisscrossing in a flash to bind the god's body. Once the chains touched him, his form began to grow distinct and visible.
"You dare imprison me!"
Faced with this, how could he fail to recognize these humans' sinister intentions? They actually wanted to imprison him. A mere handful of humans thought they could imprison him. They vastly overestimated themselves.
He flew into a rage. His divine aura spread, and the entire room began to tremble. The members of the Castro Family inside bore the brunt of it. Bright red blood flowed uncontrollably from their eyes, noses, ears, and the corners of their mouths.
But his aura soon weakened, his power flowing out of his body and into the earth.
"Despicable! Storm!"
He roared. He now understood perfectly that these antlike humans were plundering his power. Against these Wizards' control over magic, he could do nothing. In his heart, he knew what had caused all this.
Despite being