The air shifted—growing heavier with each breath, thick enough to choke on.
Nearby, the demigods dropped to their knees, gasping—trembling as if the pressure alone could grind them into the earth.
It felt like the world itself was straining beneath the weight of divine fury.
"How dare you talk to a god like that…" he muttered, though his voice cracked with disbelief more than anger.
Even with the barrier raised, the divine pressure was everywhere—coating the air like poison.
He barely got the next word out—
Before Kael stepped forward.
No warning. No pause.
His hand shot up and grabbed Hermes by the face, fingers pressing deep into skin—like he wanted to leave a mark.
"Lets talk somewhere else," Kael muttered.
Then, with one smooth motion and a single burst of strength, Kael hurled him toward the sky.
Hermes's body twisted midair—spinning violently, limbs flailing as his cloak snapped behind him like a torn banner ripped loose by the wind.
