shimmer of energy.
But back in the battlefield, Nolan pressed on relentlessly.
Another deity joined him, rushing Primus.
They punched, kicked, slammed, but Primus's counters were precise, deadly.
The first attacker fell, defeated in an instant.
Before Primus could pause, Nolan surged again, fists glowing, energy lancing outward.
Then a divine chimera appeared.
Three heads.
Each mouth unleashed a different destructive force—fire, shadow energy, and raw divine power—toward Primus.
Lyra, the Behemoth, roared in tandem, her massive jaws opening wide, firing a titanic blast of white energy.
All the surrounding deities jumped back.
The combined attack slammed into Primus.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ground shook.
Lava cracked.
Mountains trembled.
Primus's stance wavered for a fraction of a second.
He cracked his neck.
And then another deity tried to strike.
Defeated in a single motion.
Nolan didn't stop.
He advanced, fists swinging.
Another punch. Another strike.
