Garion tried to stand, but the pressure pressing down on him was just too much.
And not only that, around him, dozens of flame and thunder swords hovered, pointing their tips at him.
He could only lift his head and look up at Raviel, who was calmly floating about half a meter above.
But despite this bad situation, Garion didn't frown but instead smiled.
"So this is the real power of the third realm, huh? The power of the god."
Raviel only smirked, crossing his arms and looking at the pressed Garion.
"Now do you understand, Gairon? Why there are so few who reach this realm? Why this is the current peak of cultivation?"
Garion didn't answer, still catching his breath.
Raviel continued, his tone casual.
"Because it's already so strong. The third realm doesn't need anything beyond it. No normal person can even dream of reaching it."
He stretched out one hand lazily, mana swirling around him.
"Now, let's see if you can still challenge the power of a god."
