Capítulo 1227: Shattered Divinity

The air was charged with a tension that seemed to stretch the very fabric of reality. Arthur stood his ground, his posture relaxed yet unmistakably ready for conflict. His black hair whipped around his face, stirred by the energies that clashed around them.

"Phaneron, is it?" grinned Arthur, his voice steady and unyielding. "Your words and shape make the heart tremble, but you picked the wrong enemy. Netherborne does not fear Devaheim."

Phaneron regarded Arthur with a look that mingled sadness with an undeniable respect. "Such conviction is rare, even among gods. Yet, it is my duty to uphold the balance. Will you not reconsider your path?"

Arthur's laugh cut through the heavy air, sharp and clear. "Reconsider? I've come too far to turn back now. Let's see if your balance can withstand my resolve."