And the Dark Sun Evil God was even more assured of victory.
"Tuck, stop struggling. Do you really think you can counter our depletions with these steamed powers of faith? That's simply impossible!"
"As a demigod, you're too weak."
"Even if we let you absorb the power of faith, we have more than enough strength to kill you completely today."
"Under the great Lord Feiklais' witnessing, you... won't escape!"
"Today... will be the day of your fall!"
Gathering the steam-powered faith, he resisted the divine confrontation outside.
Tuck, elusive and grim-faced, said, "Is that all you have? I'm afraid it's not enough to bother me!"
"Still so defiant at death's door."
The Dark Sun God sneered darkly.
"Don't think I can't feel that your divine body is already starting to boil."
"Even if your godly robe hides the outward signs, the scorching burn of the divine duel is enough to sear through the ecology of your Sequence realm."
"Hmph!"
