Chapter 89: The Council of Twelve - Part Two (Revised)
The silence stretched on, heavy with the weight of what they'd just witnessed. Eleven gods sat frozen in their thrones, staring at the spot where their supposedly invincible colleague had been casually dismantled by a stranger who looked like he'd just finished an interesting workout.
Zhan pulled himself upright, blood still trickling from the cuts where he'd crashed through his own throne. His eyes held a mixture of awe and confusion that would have been comical if not for the genuine bewilderment written across his face.
"What the hell are you?" he asked bluntly.
Elias dusted off his hands with the satisfied air of someone who'd just completed a mildly engaging puzzle. "Someone who appreciates good technique when he sees it. That layered intent application of yours was clever—I hadn't considered using emotional conviction as a force multiplier quite like that."
