(Meanwhile, Kaelith's POV, Planet Helion-6)
From a short distance away from the heart of the battlefield, Kaelith observed the clash unfolding across the shattered plains, his expression calm and unreadable as the violent storm of divine power continued erupting between Mauriss and the other five Gods.
The battlefield had already become something barely recognizable, as every collision between their attacks bent the air and distorted gravity while the continent itself trembled under the weight of their presence, mountains collapsing in the distance as stray pressure waves rolled across the horizon like invisible tidal forces.
And yet through all of that chaos, Kaelith barely made a move.
Instead, he kept tracking the fight from a safe distance, while occasionally lifting a hand to release a precise long-distance strike toward Mauriss, as he pretended to help more than actually helping.
'Yeah, there's no way in hell I'm jumping straight into that chaos….'
