Golden Dragonbolt formed a cage, ceaselessly striking Godwyn, Radagon, and the ground around them.
The bolts scorched the earth yellow, and the smell of burning was already in the air.
Fortissax remained outside the ring of lightning, wanting to help but unable to intervene.
Pinned down, Radagon showed no intention of struggling.
"This is completely pointless." Radagon was very calm.
"It doesn't matter." Every muscle in Godwyn's body was taut, and he dared not relax in the slightest.
Pressed against each other, the two let the thunder rumble beside their ears without letting it interfere with their conversation.
"Do you intend to keep fighting me like this until we die?" Radagon asked.
"Yes. Unless you stop being Elden Lord and hand over the Elden Ring." Godwyn laid out his terms.
"Impossible." Radagon smiled. "Even if I gave you my position, who would you make the Empyrean? Don't you understand that I'm the best candidate?"
"We've already discussed all of this. There's no grace in the Lands Between now anyway. Both the position of god and that of Elden Lord can remain vacant for the time being!" Godwyn said. "As long as we're here, we can absolutely maintain things without an Elden Lord."
"What?" Radagon had never imagined these children would be so bold.
"You're defying the Greater Will!" Radagon grew considerably more agitated and began struggling to break free of Godwyn's hold.
"The Greater Will has never cared about such things." Godwyn kept him pinned, making it difficult for Radagon to exert his strength.
Their bodies tangled together as they strained against each other.
Muffled cracks and thuds could be heard.
Radagon resisted with his limbs and torso. As Elden Lord, he did not resort to biting, instead choosing to unleash blasts of golden magic.
Godwyn did his best to