Absolute control over Aura. Through it, he could manipulate reality itself.
Odin had gone beyond the very concept of manipulation. He had reached a level of power where he could command Aura itself to fulfill whatever he desired.
He could control the heavens and the earth alike, along with every particle moving throughout the vast universe, all with nothing more than a snap of his fingers.
The First Writer, Clea, successfully repelled his attacks, yet she could not take a single step forward. She had been forced entirely onto the defensive.
Snap!
The sound of Odin snapping his fingers had become an omen of disaster. Every time its echo rang out, calamity inevitably followed.
First, he brought down the sky. Then he overturned the earth and everything upon it, intending to bury Clea beneath it. The third came in the form of a raging thunderstorm, lightning writhing through it like starving serpents before descending upon Clea.
