A low hum rang out. Then, under everyone's gaze, a golden arc-shaped energy barrier suddenly expanded from the center of the black and violet explosion.

It was like the blazing sun falling from the sky, radiating light in all directions.

"This…" Waylon raised his hand, instinctively shielding himself from the blinding light. His figure retreated again and again through the air.

At the same time, Kaelen also retreated several steps to ensure his safety.

Only Christopher, Marcato, Raiden, and Mendyl remained where they were. Even so, their expressions all tightened at once.

Mendyl's voice changed with alarm. "Wyrmhelm, are you telling me Reginald is on the verge of becoming a demigod?"

To be "Beyond Mortal Limits" meant you were top of the food chain. But you still played by the world's rules.

A true god? That would be off the board, and they made their own rules, the ultimate cheat code.

Then again, it was all just labels, stories we tell about power. If real gods existed, th