Dyon's comprehension of the fundamental runes were far deeper than any mortal on this plane, including Emytheus. These slight shifts might confuse someone else… But to try and confuse him? Emytheus was asking for death.
"Is this the strength of the Creation God?!"
Dyon's voice boomed, his disdain for the world shining forth.
His and Emytheus' formed flashed continuously throughout the black, shattered space. Every time they met reverberating booms concentrated in concentric circles would blast outward, dispelling reality all the more.
"Show me more!"
The longer the battle continued, the more fundamental runes Dyon's snatched. Every time Emytheus manipulated a new law of reality, Dyon's Immortal Sense would see through it in an instant, adding it to his own strength in the blink of an eye.
