"To warn implies a conventional threat." Talmaris stopped twenty paces from her, surveying the forest of former soldiers with that whirling prism eye that had started to spin again, but slowly, like a damaged chronometer. "You did not threaten annihilation. You implied... contest. Engagement. The traditional dance. You presented a pawn gambit when what you held was the board itself!"

"Leave the valley." Ebonheim repeated the ultimatum. The words felt thin now, insufficient to describe what had happened.

He turned to face her fully. His features had rearranged themselves, the smooth jade now marred by hairline fractures, faint fissures that radiated from the center of his chest, as if something within him had been damaged simply by witnessing what she had done. They glowed with faint amber light from within.

"There are rules," he said, and for the first time, she heard something resembling fear. Not for himself, but for the world he thought he understood. "The Divine System imposes structure. Ascension through ranks. Acquisition of power through approved channels. Every god, even Greater Gods, operates within these constraints. We may exploit them, bend them, circumvent their spirit, but we do not... we do not break them."

"You brought an army to my doorstep."

"I brought a contested resource acquisition!" The multi-lingual harmony was returning, now strained with something approaching hysteria. "It is a recognized and respected process. Mortals engage as proxies. Resources are spent. Strategies are tested. Divine power is exercised within established parameters! You..." He gestured with one four-fingered hand at the forest. "This is not parameterized. This is not systematized. This is an error!"

The word hung between them: error. Not crime, not evil, not victory. Just something wrong that shouldn't exist.

Talmaris raised one hand, not to attack, but in what looked like supplication or warding. "That power... where did you acquire it? The Akashic System records all legitimate acquisitions. No god should wield something so far beyond rank-appropriate capabilities. Its existence suggests a fundamental flaw in the System itself."

"I was created by the wishes of mortals." She looked past him, to where the new forest's edges met the autumn plains. "Perhaps their desire for protection was... uncompromising."

"Compromising?" His voice broke into its multiple harmonies again, sharp and discordant. "The System would reject such instability! Mortals cannot be allowed to conceive divine power beyond established hierarchies. They are meant to generate Quintessence, not rewrite the foundational laws of divinity!"

He stared at her. The prism eye stopped spinning, locked on her face.

"You're... unregistered." He whispered the realization. "A spontaneous manifestation. An anomaly not initiated through the System's recognized creation protocols. The Akashic System must have compensated, creating a divine template from available archetypes, but it would not account for such aberrant... potential."

He stepped back. The red eye had gone completely dark now, the fractures in his jade skin glowing brighter. For the first time, Ebonheim felt his fear not as confusion, but as a predator recognizing something that shouldn't exist in its food chain.

"I understand now." His harmonies shifted, losing all warmth, becoming cold and clinical. "Your power cannot be allowed to persist. Other gods will learn of this. They will fear it. They will unite to eradicate the error before the System collapses from its own contradictions. Your existence threatens the entire divine hierarchy."

"I have no interest in the hierarchy."

"Your lack of interest is irrelevant!" His four hands clenched into fists. "You have become a variable too dangerous for any equation! This must be corrected now, before you threaten established cosmic order!"

Divine energy surged around him—not the soft ambient power he'd projected before, but raw, focused aggression. Reality around him warped, the air crackling with condensed power as he channeled Essence into abilities Ebonheim recognized from her own repertoire, but magnified by decades of disciplined expansion.

"I will contain this aberration here. Now." Dark jade light gathered in all four of his hands, coalescing into spheres of destructive force. "For the stability of all divine realms, for the preservation of the System itself, you will be erased."

Ebonheim stood her ground as Talmaris raised the spheres of energy, the attack already forming, a direct challenge she couldn't ignore.

"I gave you a chance," she said quietly.

"You gave me a glimpse of divine chaos!" He launched the spheres.

Four bolts of dark jade energy, each potent enough to shatter a fortress wall, streaked toward her. She didn't raise her bow. Instead, she drew deep from the remaining Essence reserves within her, calling on an answer to the specific frequencies of Talmaris's attack.

The knowledge rose in her consciousness—not as memory of learning, but as innate understanding, like a bird's knowledge of how to fly. A thousand and two hundred divine abilities, catalogued within her being, presented the solution.

Talmaris's power manifested as a variation of a common Intermediate God attack, an application of pure kinetic force amplified by his unique elemental attunement to jaded mineral. Her awareness supplied the countermeasure immediately.

"Eterisk Sperring."

The words were unnecessary. The will behind them was everything.

Ebonheim raised a single hand, fingers loosely curled. Reality folded between her and the incoming assault. A shimmering distortion spread across the space, visible only as a brief heat-haze shimmer in the air.

His bolts struck it and simply ceased.

They reached the folded space and ceased to exist as expressions of force, their violent potential unraveled into harmless, ambient energy that dissipated like heat on a cold morning.

Talmaris froze mid-attack, four hands still extended, spheres of gathering light dying before they could fully form. The whirling prism in his eye fixed on her, its motion arrested.

His multi-toned harmonies returned, this time reduced to bewildered whispers. "That... that shouldn't be possible. Even if you had purchased the power of Interdiction, you would still require the exact power I possess to counter it so completely. And that, you do not."

The forest of new trees rustled, a sound that seemed to mock the foundations of his divine understanding.

"I have a library you cannot imagine, Talmaris." Ebonheim's voice remained steady, her divine light now a soft, steady glow around her hands, prepared for the next exchange. "You buy your books. I was born with mine."

The cracks across his jade form pulsed with frantic amber light, expanding slightly. His composure, carefully constructed over decades of divine conquest, was fracturing.

"No... that's not how it works!" He conjured a new ability—spikes of jagged obsidian erupting from the ground around her, a divine earth manipulation meant to impale and crush. The ground split open, black stone sharpening to deadly points as it surged upward.

Ebonheim did not move. She had already perceived the pattern, the underlying principle of earth and stone being given violent form. Her own Essence answered, not as a shield but as a reversal of the command.

A pulse of gentle pressure spread from her feet, sinking into the earth. The surging obsidian lost its momentum, softened, its crystalline structure degrading. The deadly spikes turned to clumps of soft, crumbly shale that collapsed into harmless piles of dark dust.

With a choked sound of disbelief, Talmaris switched tactics. From all four hands, he unleashed streams of incandescent green flame—a higher-tier elemental attack, a conflagration fueled directly by divine essence, meant to overwhelm even powerful defenses.

Again, she countered. The word was silent this time, a thought directed through her will. Talmaris' fire struck an invisible membrane around her and unraveled, its destructive energy untangling itself and dispersing as warm, harmless light that illuminated the forest of new trees.

"Impossible!" The shriek echoed in multiple languages, harmonies clashing like bells thrown down stairs. "You cannot possess a counter for every power! No god's repertoire is that comprehensive!"

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Ebonheim remained silent. Her stance hadn't changed. She hadn't taken a step. She stood as the eye of a storm she wasn't creating, allowing Talmaris to exhaust himself against her fundamental nature.

Through her Divine Sight, she saw his Essence reserves diminish. Each failed attack cost him a steady amount, while her counter, Eterisk Sperring, required only a fraction of the energy it negated.

No doubt, Talmaris could try a dozen or more abilities. She would have counters for all of them.

Frantic, Talmaris abandoned direct assaults. He shifted to more complex attacks, combinations designed to bypass simple countermeasures. A vortex of grinding sand appeared around her, meant to erode her defenses through relentless attrition. At the same instant, bolts of sickly purple energy, designed to disrupt Essence regeneration, shot from behind the vortex.

The attacks overlapped, layered with complex timing. He was thinking now, not just reacting. Trying to find the seams in her perfect defense.

Ebonheim saw it. She saw the interlocking principles, the resonance frequencies, the intent behind each power. And with perfect, chilling clarity, she understood how to make them both not work.

She countered with a single, quiet gesture.

The ground around her stilled, the abrasive power in the sand simply evaporating. The disruptive purple bolts struck the same folded space as before and winked out of existence.

Talmaris swayed, the facets of his jade form now glowing with frantic, irregular light. The fractures had spiderwebbed across his chest, and even parts of his shoulders and neck. He looked like a precious statue about to shatter.

He began backing away, one step at a time, his four hands raised in a gesture that was both surrender and denial.

"I... I concede the valley. Corinth is yours. All claims are withdrawn. This is..." He stammered, harmonics dissolving into panicked whispers. "... an acceptable resolution. Mutual recognition of the current status quo."

His gaze darted between her and the silent forest of former soldiers.

"Peace. That is the best outcome for both our domains." He took another step back, closer to the ridge. "There is no reason for this to escalate further. Let us treat this as... a diplomatic misunderstanding. A harsh lesson about underestimating one's neighbors."

He was trying to find a way out. Not for any concern for the lost army—there was no grief in him, only fear for himself. He wanted to escape, to return to Calendhaven and regroup. He'd spread the word. Warn other gods. An anomaly existed. An error. Something that threatened all of them.

And they would come for her.

"The outcome was decided the moment you brought an army to my borders, Talmaris. That is the only lesson here."

Ebonheim placed her palms flat against the brittle grass, the connection a familiar, grounding weight. Her essence did not pour out in violent waves but sank deep, flowing into the earth like water seeking aquifers. She called to her valley. She called to herself.

A tremor ran through the ground. Not the violent heave of Talmaris's failed earth magic, but a deep, slow vibration that spoke of ancient roots stirring.

Four points on the field shuddered.

From the earth tore not stone, but night itself. The soil peeled back like skin, and from the wounds rose titans of polished jet. The Ebon Tree sentinels emerged as if born from shadow, their bark drinking all light, making the surrounding forest of newly-spawned trees seem pale and fleeting by comparison.

Each one stood as tall as a watchtower, their forms unnaturally graceful, with limbs like arching bridges and crowns of needle-sharp leaves that seemed to absorb the very air. They were the essence of her domain given form—enduring, implacable, silent.

And from each sentinel, a bow uncoiled.

The weapons extruded from the titans' own substance, arms of solid, unbreakable night bending back, strings of condensed starlight forming taut lines—perfect replicas of the Ebon bow, scaled to impossible proportions.

At the same time, Ebonheim lifted her bow, nocking an arrow of pure white Essence. The wood warmed in her hands, the familiar centering act of preparing to defend her own.

Through her domain's faith-bonds, through the very essence of what she was, she wove a connection between herself and her creations. A single, shared will flowed between them.

The four sentinels raised their colossal bows, their movements silent and perfectly synchronized with hers. At the tips, four bolts of pure, blinding white light materialized, each one a perfect echo of the one nocked in her own weapon. The energy hummed in the still air, a unified chord of divine intent aimed at the retreating god.

Talmaris froze mid-step, the fractures across his jade form now glowing like veins of molten gold. He looked at the four sentinels, then at Ebonheim, and the fragmented understanding in his whirling prism-eye finally collapsed into absolute, primal terror.

"No," the harmonies were a choked jumble. "This... this is beyond. You are... a corruption of the System."

He tried to dematerialize. His form shimmered, pixels of light appearing at the edges as he attempted to dissolve into the aether, the standard divine escape mechanism.

But Ebonheim had already perceived the frequency of the escape, the specific way divine beings unmoored themselves from physical reality. She had anticipated it.

"Nei," she whispered, and a fifth pressure fell upon him.

Talmaris solidified with a sickening thump, as if slammed back into his physical shell by an unseen hand. The jarring force made new cracks race across his torso, chips of dark jade flaking away to reveal the frantic, churning light within.

The escape route was sealed.

"You... you can't..." His four hands were raised, palms out, a universal gesture of supplication that even a god understood. "I concede. I withdraw. My forces are gone. The objective is... abandoned. The conflict is concluded."

"I can't have you leaving with that story," Ebonheim said, her bow steady. "I can't have you warning the other 'proper' gods. Can't have you raising an alliance to correct this 'error' in the System."

She drew the bowstring back a fraction further. The white light of her arrow intensified, casting sharp shadows that made the new forest of trees look even more like a graveyard. The four sentinels mimicked her movement, their own massive bows groaning under the strain of the power they held.

Five arrows, five lights pointed at one cornered god. "Your ambition ended at my borders. Your knowledge ends here, too."

"I will say nothing! I swear it! By the System, by my name, I will speak of this day to no one!"

"It's not your word I doubt," she replied, her gaze hard. "It's your fear."

Fear compelled. Fear drove action. A terrified Talmaris was more dangerous than a vengeful one because he would lash out at the source of his terror without thought of consequence, dragging as many others into the conflict as possible. He would become a crusader for cosmic order against an unexplainable anomaly. He could not be allowed to carry that message back.

The Akashic System's message cascaded across her periphery like shimmering dust, a formal notification for a choice she had already made in her heart. No doubt Talmaris was seeing the same message.

The words hung, luminous and final, between herself and the broken god.

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"Please," Talmaris whispered. All harmonies were gone. Only one language remained, thin and mortal with terror. "Ebonheim... please. I will cede all adjacent territories to your domain. I will pay tribute. I will... become silent. I swear upon my name!"

The white light from her bowstring pulsed in response, a slow, steady beat like a funeral drum. The four sentinels mirrored the rhythm, their combined luminescence turning the field into something otherworldly.

"Wait!" One of his hands fumbled at the jade of his own chest, digging into a crack. "Take my regalia! My accumulated power! The Quintessence stored within my being. It is yours! A god's worth in raw energy! Enough to... to stabilize yourself! To expand! Take it and let me go!"

It was the ultimate ransom. To offer up a god's essence to another was the deepest form of surrender, equivalent to suicide on a cosmic scale. To give it all away was to willingly diminish, to step backward on the path of ascension and return to being a lesser deity. But it was a bargain Talmaris was willing to make for survival.

And for a heartbeat, Ebonheim considered it. The sheer volume of power, enough to accelerate her own development by decades. The ability to secure her domain more completely, to protect Corinth, to face the next god without having to resort to this.

A tempting offer.

Then her gaze fell upon the silent, watching forest.

Three thousand soldiers turned to trees without even the chance to understand their fate. They had not been offered the chance to trade their lives for power. She could not accept such a trade from their conqueror.

"The price for what you've done is paid, Talmaris. With their lives. The price for what you'll do is paid now. With yours."

She released the bowstring.

Five points of light tore across the field—stars given purpose and direction. They struck Talmaris simultaneously, not with sound but with absolute silence.

There was no explosion. No fire. No scream. For an instant, his dark jade body became transparent, revealing the clockwork mechanism of divine energy that powered him. Then it simply ceased.

The jade collapsed into powder so fine the wind scattered it across the plains. The light within extinguished. Every trace of his divine signature, every mote of Quintessence that had sustained him, vanished from existence.

Silence returned to the field—a profound, heavy quiet.

Ebonheim lowered her bow. The Ebon Tree sentinels relaxed, their bows receding into their bodies, once more becoming silent, implacable giants. They did not disappear, but settled into the earth, their roots intertwining with the newly planted forest, becoming its silent, eternal guardians.

She remained standing on her patch of grass, looking at what she had done. An entire army erased. An invading god unmade. The landscape fundamentally and irrevocably altered.

And a part of herself—a part that had wanted to talk, to negotiate, to find a peaceful path—had been erased along with him.

A familiar presence solidified beside her, Kelzryn appearing from between breaths. The azure light within his alabaster skin flickered, its steady rhythm disturbed.

"You have established your principle," he said, his voice quiet and stripped of its earlier detachment. He didn't look at her, but at the unnatural forest. "A territory protected not by threats of proportional retaliation, but by a promise of absolute, unforeseeable consequence."

"There was no other choice."

"Perhaps." He turned to her now, and in his azure eyes, she saw not judgment, but a profound weariness. "But choices, even necessary ones, have costs. You paid one today. You will continue paying it for a long, long time."

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