They halted their supply, the flames almost instantly extinguishing. Ossa dashed out of the embers, his emerald eyes glowing a radiant green, brighter than the pale yellow sun.
He appeared before the closest of the warriors—the golden-clad warrior who possessed the skill of the Eye of the Blind God.
This ability allowed him to see all secrets, even a god who chose to hide their identity among humans. His skill enabled him to see through the Devil's Cloak, which would have otherwise been impossible for someone of his power level to penetrate.
Clang!!
Swords clashed, both made of aura—one golden-yellow, the other dark emerald-green, crackling with lightning.
The momentum of the strike pushed both beings back, but before Ossa's feet could land, he felt a heaviness in his body again, his blood seemingly frozen, unwilling to allow any movement.
