"Give up, filthblood. Not even your divinity can stand against the Realm Seal," the Arbiter snarled, fending off Luke's sword.
A Realm Seal? Never in my studies had I encountered a spell like this. It didn't function like a regular spell, but more like the esoteric powers of divinity. The spiraling threads warped fate itself, isolating our small pocket from the rest of Enusia. If the dome closed, breaking through it wouldn't be a matter of power, for it operated on a system beyond mortal magic. It would be like trying to put out a fire with a bucket of glowing embers.
My aura was just as helpless, perhaps more so. Fate mana seemed to feed it, accelerating its descent. What kind of being could have designed something like this?
"We have to leave!" I cried, urging Fable into a run.
"Too late! None can challenge the Divine and live! Your arrogance shall be your undoing!" the Arbiter cried.
