The Shrine of God, Throne Hall.
Dead silence. Only the crackle of lingering currents in the air and the howl of wind pouring through the hole in the dome echoed through the empty hall.
Enel sat on his magnificent throne of gold and clouds, leaning slightly forward, his golden eyes fixed on the figure in the center of the hall-a man in green robes with a long beard, dragon horns on his forehead, and an air of supreme majesty that Enel found utterly displeasing. That El Thor, powerful enough to destroy a small town, had been neutralized with such casual ease that it had not even halted the man's steps for an instant. This lay completely beyond Enel's understanding.
He was a god! A true god who commanded thunder, listened to all things through Mantra, and possessed destructive power! What gave this loathsome Blue Sea man who had suddenly barged in the right?
His astonishment lasted only an instant before giving way to even fiercer rage and the profound humiliation of having his divine authority affronted. Enel slowly rose, the muscles of his bare torso bulging, blue lightning patterns flickering beneath his skin. The Three Tomoe Drums behind him began vibrating on their own with dull, thunderous beats. The electricity surrounding him rapidly swelled from tiny sparks into writhing, surging lightning serpents, sizzling as they bathed the entire hall in blue-white light.
"State my name?" Enel tilted his head, his mouth stretching into an exaggerated, cruel grin that exposed his stark white teeth. Yet there was no amusement in his eyes, only cold killing intent and mockery. "An ant from the Blue Sea thinks he deserves to ask a god's name?"
He extended a finger, a dazzling orb of highly compressed lightning dancing at its tip, and pointed at Guan