But the same restriction did not extend to the treasures bound to his essence. His treasures each carried his divine signature, yet were not his.
The realization rippled through the divine assembly like a slow-spreading flame.
The thought was intoxicating.
If wrath could be made manifest through loopholes, then perhaps compassion, desire, or ambition could too. The line between restraint had never seemed thinner.
Meanwhile, Erik continued his flight for a few seconds, the wind howling past his ears as he cut through the sky. Below him, the land stretched until he reached a vast, empty field barren, quiet, and untouched by civilization. No buildings. No people. Only the whisper of the grass swaying beneath the sky.
He halted midair, hovering effortlessly, the ethereal hum of his divine spear stabilizing him. For a moment, the adrenaline that clouded his mind began to ebb away, replaced by a heavy, dawning clarity.
