Gustaf and Helena stood before him, their Psychic Powers surging in brilliant auras as they poured every last ounce of strength into shielding Benladra's Divine Realm. Thalor laughed mockingly at their desperate struggle; they were channeling so much energy into the barrier that they could barely move. "Having trouble? Honestly, it's your own fault for spreading your forces too thin across the world… Hahahahah!"
He stepped closer and pressed his hand against the barrier. A sharp, electrifying shock seared his flesh, charring it to a crisp in an instant. Yet within a second he regenerated fully—the damage transferred instead to someone else bound to his Heart.
"Heh. You pride yourself as the Director of the VPI, the hero destined to save the world from the Dimensional Labyrinth, yet you've brought ruin to your wife's kingdom. Her legacy ends here, along with Yggdrasil's and the Dragon King's influence on Earth."
