The storm raged, whipping up vortex after vortex.
The erupting magical energy resembled burning flashes, sweeping outward amid the mournful cries of pale gusts.
Both possessed ancient mystery of the highest order. Neither King Solomon nor Kama could decide the outcome through a difference in rank, so ultimately, they could only pour out their magical energy and clash with their legends and Noble Phantasms.
And in that exchange, Kama suffered a crushing defeat.
Judging by the magical light striking down around them, this place had already become entirely her home ground.
Her astonishing divine aura seemed to crack the surrounding night. Every streak of light loosed from her longbow howled with wind and thunder, smashing terrifying fissures into the sea and even the artificial island in the distance.
Brilliant divine light had become an almost tangible gauze robe, covering Kama's entire body.
Yet despite that intimidating display, not a single ray of magical light actually struck Solomon. Before they could even reach him, they touched the human king's silent fists and collapsed like erupting volcanoes, spraying their excess energy skyward to disperse throughout the atmosphere.
This scattered magical energy, which had escaped Kama's control without accomplishing anything, was no glorious manifestation. It was proof of her predicament.
The arrows of love she took such pride in were useless against King Solomon. Although history recorded many anecdotes about his romantic affairs, those had merely been predestined acts to advance history, involving his body rather than his heart.
Solomon, who did not even possess a self, still had a long way to go before he could truly understand love.
Thus, Kama was merely throwing out every card she had left at once to buy herself a moment to breathe. It could not change the fact that she was slowly dying.
The reverse,