Lovigary stood at the center of the battlefield, his figure bathed in an almost divine glow, the energy of the Primordial Deity Realm pulsating through him like the heartbeat of the cosmos itself. His every breath, slow and deliberate, seemed to ripple through the chaotic winds of war that swept across the desolate landscape. The ground beneath his feet was charred and cracked, the remnants of untold battles that had raged across the plains. His gaze was unwavering, his eyes shimmering with a deep, almost playful confidence as he surveyed the battlefield.