Occult clenched his paw, having determined the optimal amount of force and mana he had to utilize to restrain the virtuous hero, he could feel the extraordinary being of mana pushing back against his hands, increasing his output as time went on.
The dragon was doing the same while building up a spell of his own, doing so in his own throat, he was going to mix the dragons natural weapon with his devastating magic.
He chucked the hero up the air, high enough for him go right through a cloud before unleashing the magical breath.
It wasn't flames but a laser, Occult had been a great magician and even though his own affinities had been limited to the basic elements, he could still somewhat infused his spells with more advanced one by gathering a sample of this element's mana and duplicating it inside of the various crystal that grew on his body.
'Let's see how you fare against a beam of condensed gravity and space!' he thought, actually quite excited to have an excuse to use these elements.
The beam hit the hero straight, pushing him further and further into the sky, it seemed like he would be ejected out of this very world if this kept on.
But in his unconscious state, he managed to pull himself out of the beam, the lesser sin cursed at the seemingly invincible human.
"You must be wondering how he is able to do that?" spoke someone that was standing on the dragon head.
"Of course! It is as if he is protected by this very world" responded the dragon, not immediately realising what was off.
"How did-"
"Teleportation Occult, you should try that with that space mana you have in stock, even if extermination beams look much cooler" responded the man as walked down from his head and onto his snout.
"You can go back" added the man dressed in all black, in the distance, Occult noticed the intense mana signature of Iustus vanish in an instant.
The man disappeared as if he had never been here and Occult felt obliged to do as he had been advised immediately.
Occult couldn't help but be admirative of the man who had accomplished what he could have only dreamed of, even without the curse from the gods.
Reappearing near Wrath, the man obnoxiously clapped his hands, seeing all of her adversaries knocked out on the ground.
"Have you been here for long Ithelisemou?" asked Wrath as she dropped the person she was still holding by the head.
"Before it even started" simply responded Theli as he walked up to the sin without fear, slapping her shoulder.
"You didn't kill a single one of them, why is that?" he asked as Wrath slapped his hand off.
"Why ask? Don't you know everything already?" she had a deadpan expression on her face.
"Non! I don't know everything and even then, I am just trying to strike a conversation" he spoke as he walked up to one of the unconscious champions, having to take big steps to avoid stepping on a few of them.
"..." Wrath just looked at his back, she had a hard time figuring this man out, even a hard time would be too much, she just didn't understand anything about him.
The only consistent thing about his behavior was the lack of consistence it seemed.
"I just feel like there would be no point in doing so" she ended up responding, only for Theli to do a loud 'Mmmmmmmh'.
"Miss lich wouldn't agree with that statement but you do you, I personally think there is more to see about them alive, although..." he started walking toward the destroyed building in the distance, which was burning to the ground at the moment.
"Narik seems to be in a tough spot" he said as the flames suddenly went out, it seemed as though they had spontaneously collapsed on themselves.
He kept on walking toward the ruined building and having nothing better to do, Wrath followed to see what it was about.
"Our dear punching necromancer has slipped through the cracks in the ground the moment no flames blocked his way, he should be fine without help" remarked Theli aloud as some small particles of ash started floating toward him.
"What are those? I see wondering about, well these are what is left of Gnataniel, otherwise known as Fist Of Inceneration, fire battlemage aren't exactly a rare breed and I wouldn't go as far as call him a genius in his craft but he certainly was more talented than most" spoke Theli in length as the ashes he gathered vanished.
"Tell me Wrath, what do you think of my black knights?" he suddenly asked.
"Well, it seems like a single one of them is already above the average knight, their equipment is quite high quality and their teamwork is pristine, it looked like they were going to kill that Genocide Knight at one point, in term of cannonfodder, it is the kind of soldiers most countries would call elite" she sighed as she saw him relinquish in hearing her compliment his creations.
"The regular ones are made using a regular person, though I only need one person to create an army of them, as for the 'leaders', they are always made to simply be better with a touch of individuality, the stronger they are, the more of a personality they got, though that can impede on the teamwork, the best of the best have to be handcrafted using an already promising body" he explained with a grin.
"Why are you explaining me this?" asked Wrath.
"I just wanted you to have a good idea of what they are before I spoke of my plan"
"You see, I have one black knight, UP-UH-1 or just Upuh, she is my best one and I want her to grow further, however, I also aim for her to have a mind of her own, so I wanted to make sure she interacted with people unrelated to me"
The sin raised an eyebrow.
"If you agreed to training and just taking her along with you, I will help you in your quest to rediscover your true identity" he offered as he outstretched his arm for a handshake.
"You already know my true identity, don't you?"
"I sure do"
Reluctantly, she accepted the handshake.