This was a battle of attrition. There was Thief God Milton, a meek and not-so-resourceful deity. On the other side, there was a grandmaster alchemist with an infinite supply of mana gems and forty ancient battle forts. It seemed the fight was over from the start. Thief God Milton was sent into the starlight defensive circle, and no one, not even Abel himself, expected that a divine spirit with extreme speed and stealth would be trapped like this.
Thief God Milton didn't expect this, of course. He was very confident until he was inside the golden castle. He didn't think that all his skills would be countered once he was inside the golden castle. He smoothly bypassed all the circles, but as soon as he used his power of the Will, the dark spirit made it so that he had absolutely no way to hide. On top of that, with the combined analysis of the research spirit and the circle spirit, the golden castle managed to make the most sensible responses in the shortest time possible.
