The God of Glory and Fame's eyes widened as the colossal beam of concentrated fire and lightning tore through the air toward him, carrying more than enough destructive power to reduce a fortress to rubble—much less his already battered and tattered form.
However, despite facing such an overwhelming attack, the god had no fear in his eyes, only a cold, calculated resolve. The God of Glory and Fame knew he could not dodge the attack in his weakened state, but that did not mean he could not fight against it.
In an instant, all the vitality within Goddess Lucia's body evaporated, the once grotesque figure of fat and flesh reduced to a gaunt and skeletal form. Every ounce of remaining Divine Power gathered in the god's core, draining what was left of the body's strength.
