Buzz!
Damian's eyes narrowed as his crimson flames met resistance from every direction. The raging inferno that should have swallowed the battlefield whole suddenly slowed as though it had collided with invisible walls.
Vast forces pressed against the flames from six separate locations, steadily forcing the sea of fire back toward its source. Each of those unseen powers carried an aura no weaker than his own.
They were stopping his flames from spreading.
"Six..." Rin muttered, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the battlefield. "There are six of them."
The realization settled heavily over the battlefield.
Six demigods!
Not newly ascended existences like Damian. These were veterans.
Ancient monsters who had spent centuries, perhaps millennia, refining their abilities and strengthening their foundations. Their power rivaled Damian's not because they were more talented. They rivaled him because they had been accumulating strength for far longer.
