Withdrawal of the Holy Gods

'Rikko, are you ready?'

'Rikko always ready!' Rikko eagerly replied, not wanting to ait a second longer than needed.

'On my signal then. It could be any moment,' Sterfen stated, ending their conversation temporarily.

The Assassin God kept a close eye on the battle above, never truly focusing on his own fight. He was too caught up by his wife's sudden advantage to do anything more than avoid direct conflict with Oosam or Sillo.

Naparn wore an ugly frown. The sudden change of weather was bad enough for his magic but Lunara was also boosted. And should he attempt to counter it, it would leave Lunara a chance to do the same. Cursing Sterfen and his mysterious casting of water magic, Naparn knew that their fight could no longer be a battle of attrition.

Dousing his entire body in bubbling magma, Naparn roared. His charge evaporated all rain that got near him as he charged at Lunara.