It was a silent stand off between the angered Desugan Force and the God of Thunder, with incoming Mages of the High Council of Mirazora, other Mages and the alerted Gods.
The cackling lightning of his aura twitched around in the air around him whilst the focused air surrounded them.
"Surrender, Godkiller." uttered the Councilman Jethro that stood behind as many surrounded him from all possible entrance, floors above as well and looked down, preparing to fire.
"You cannot escape us anymore. We have you cornered." spoke Councilwoman Odessa with such confidence.
Black magic like energy similar to Aza's was casted as his palms were restricted from his own shadow from the ground.
It was a spell.
A preparation was set up beforehand..
Kieron of the Dark Arts.
"It's futile to resist now. No one has ever been able to break out of that spell of mine." Kieron spoke as he walked out the shadows.
A moment of silence befell.