The elderly god answered with another spear.
Damon casually stood while the attack struck him point-blank. However, nothing else happened. The golden spear disappeared without a trace.
There had been no collision, no shattered barrier, no burst of power. The weapon had touched Damon's chest and vanished as though it had never existed.
Damon glanced down at the spot it had struck. Then he looked up with a smile. "Why are you all standing around? Come at me. Come at me with everything you got." He threw his head back and laughed maniacally.
The Gods swallowed. Two of them took a step back.
Aiden stood frozen in shock. He had been watching Damon throughout the battle. Every attack that landed, every wound that closed, every desperate attempt to reach one of the gods.
When had this changed?
"An illusion," Aiden said.
