Ignar, seething with disbelief and rage, squared off against Alister in the mirrored dimension.
The air crackled with tension, the landscape distorted by the immense power both gods wielded.
Ignar's fiery aura intensified, the ground beneath him melting into molten lava, while Alister stood firm, his expression cold and calculating, every muscle coiled in readiness.
"You're a mere Low God," Ignar growled, flames licking at his words, "and yet you dare stand against a High God? You're nothing but an insect waiting to be crushed!"
Alister's eyes, glowing with the power of his All-Seeing Heavenly Eyes, narrowed as he analyzed Ignar's movements and energy fluctuations.
He knew that Ignar's brute strength far outclassed his own at the surface level, but Alister wasn't one to fight head-on without a plan.
