"Keep your hands back!"
Just as I reached the shimmering perimeter of the Mega Gate in the city centre, an earth-shattering shout thundered from the horizon.
The sound didn't come from within the city walls; it rolled in from the triangular wasteland between the three cities, originating from the direction of the tower. It was a voice I knew well—resonant, arrogant, and currently vibrating with a murderous pitch.
"Finally, you've shown up..." I muttered, a cold smile spreading across my face.
I didn't flinch, even as a titanic shadow began to blot out the sun. A gigantic arm, translucent yet pulsing with terrifying energy, was streaking across the sky toward me.
It was that Illusionist god successor, the same one who had lost an arm to me during our last encounter. This time, he wasn't physically present; he was using a high-tier manifestation ability to project his limb all the way from the tower's epic gate.
