Cassius is just like this. Relying on the advantage of prophetic foreknowledge, he can always leap between the Gods, making them gnash their teeth in hatred, yet unable to do anything about it.
Finally, Du Masong lowered his eyelids and sighed deeply.
"Ah—"
The rarely vocal Divine emitted a sound that was long and low, like the desolate autumn wind, or like the final requiem of the Shield Dwarves...
Du Masong raised the Molten Rock Hammer in his hand, pointing toward the devastated ground behind him, where lava flowed freely. A surge of earthy yellow light spread out like a tidal wave, unleashing the strength of Divine Authority tied to the earth.
"Boom—"
