The All-Father's iron grip closed tighter around Lyon's neck, lifting him off the ground with ease. "You've played all your cards, Lyon. And so have I," he declared, his voice cold and resonant.
Lyon, despite being at his mercy, smirked. "You think so, huh?" His voice was strained but laced with defiance.
The All-Father's brow twitched as he studied Lyon's unyielding expression. "I can't tell if you're resigned to your fate or simply insane. Either way," he said, raising his arm to finish the job, "I fail to see how you could possibly survive this, let alone win."
Suddenly, a faint whistling sound cut through the tension. The All-Father turned his head just in time to deflect a glowing arrow with a casual swipe of his hand, sending it careening into the distance.
