However, he wouldn't use any of that.
Not the watch that froze eternity.Not the Grail that rewrote reality.Not Lucifer's soul-eating flame.
Reign wanted to see—to measure Solmir's new power without interference, without shortcuts, without gods whispering in his ear.
His grin widened. "Divine Creation."
The words struck the air like a commandment.
Golden light erupted from Reign's angelic form, exploding outward in layered waves that folded and refolded into themselves.
Feathers of molten brilliance spiraled upward as if called from every forgotten heaven. The temperature spiked—the kind that cooked atmospheres and bent sanctified matter.
Armor formed around him, piece by piece, birthed from pure conceptual radiance.
If Solmir was reborn as a divine machine—
Reign was reborn as a living decree.
The chamber shook under the weight of two existences that were never meant to share the same space.
Solmir braced.
Reign stepped.
And then—
They collided.
BOOOOOM!
