As for how to deal with Radagon, theory alone could never settle the matter.
Battles on the level of Demigods and Gods were hard to imagine purely in one's head.
Godwyn might have been able to withstand that punch from Radagon, or he might not. There was no certainty.
There were too many unknown possibilities.
"I could break Radahn's move too." Godwyn recalled the scene when he had been trapped inside the stone sphere and launched into the sky.
"Even with Ranni assisting him, it wouldn't be hard to break," Godwyn said. "But that doesn't mean Radagon and I are on the same level."
Godwyn was telling the truth.
Whoosh.
Flames shrouded in black mist rose from his fingertips.
"Even if I am gradually mastering this power."
As the flames appeared, the room filled with the aura of death.
It was as though they had fallen into a realm of death.
Miquella's pupils contracted. "Is this the feeling of death that appeared that day?"
Godwyn nodded. "That's right. After I came out of the Spirit World, I felt some sort of connection to it. It allowed me to control Death. Interestingly, Death changed because of me."
"The power has been colored!" Miquella exclaimed.
He raised his hand, and golden flames ignited in his palm. A tremendous vitality manifested there.
It stood directly against Godwyn's death, contending with it.
The colors in the room were sharply divided: a bright, pale gold on one side and a deep, dark gold on the other.
Outside the door, Sikatiya, who was attached to Melina, screamed, "Ah!
!
That's my power, my death! How did it turn into this inside him?"
"It looks like your death corroded his soul. Then it merged with his own Golden Bloodline and became another kind of death belonging to