Titans(III): Nameless and Tyranny

Cyrus' ring of gold had become much bigger and now, on his head, he bore a spinning halo of bronze.

His wings had vanished alongside his armour as he stood in the skies shirtless, covered in blood, his cold gaze piercing into Adonis.

His wounds had all vanished and his Godhood seemed more radiant than it had ever been.

Suddenly, he extended a palm then suddenly closed it into a fist.

[Heavenly Tyranny: Tyranical Opposition.]

A grand illusory hand of bronze and golden aura suddenly manifested around Adonis and without wait, it squeezed and attempted to crush his body.

Adonis sneered, the ring to his back spinning as his fumes of intent multiplied and shattered the hand.

He let go of his metal spear and formed a spear entirely made out of fumes of intent, using his gift and qi control to solidify it.

Cyrus had a breakthrough? It didn't matter.