Every single one of Zion's arrows was destroyed by Circe's Divine Art. The clash of gold and red filled the air, changing the color of the sky.
At first glance, Zion thought they ripped a hole into the demon world, but the sky began to clear, revealing the blue it normally had.
Circe grinned, floating above Zion to show dominance. "I'm impressed. You're able to use Divine Arts already. That normally takes years of practice."
He didn't answer but was already preparing his next move.
"What? Too shocked by my power? I'll have you know that Bahamut is the strongest of the gods. Do you know what this means for me?"
"That you're arrogant?" He asked
"Heh, no. It means that I'm the strongest of the Demigods!"
Zion smiled. "So what would that mean for him when I kill you?"
"It means that you're delusional."
