The Goddess reacted slowly, almost dully, as the flaming wheels tore through the sky toward her.
They slammed into her golden body one after another, forcing her backward in heavy steps that shook the Palace beneath her, and Grey's grin widened as he watched the enormous projection finally give ground.
The damage wasn't dramatic, but the fact she had been moved at all told him that the attack was working.
More importantly, Grey finally understood one of the last pieces that made Elementals so absurdly powerful in the Genesis Games. They didn't simply launch their element outward like a mage throwing fireballs, because their Frames extended into every flame, every gust, every bolt, forcing their identities and control into the world around them.
When Grey thought about it that way, there was barely any difference between what Veyrath did naturally and what a Dominion Class existence did by imposing their will onto the surrounding laws.
