Greg pushed himself up from where the sword had thrown him. His prosthetic arm was sparking with golden circuits that pulsed in an unpredictable way.
Twenty feet away, his past self stood with the Ultimate Sword of Eternity, which was glowing with divine fire that shouldn't have been there.
The Brotherhood was stuck behind golden walls, forced to watch but unable to do anything. Marina hit the wall with her frying pan, and each time she did, it made ripples but no cracks.
Lylia held up her ladle to try to get rid of the divine magic, but nothing happened. Seraphine's ice magic fizzled out before it could even take shape.
Bork's hammer hit the barrier, but all it did was make useless echoes.
This trial was only for him.
The Warhammer Saint stepped forward, and his older face twisted into a mix of pity and anger. "Boy, you look confused..."
"Let me help you with that."
