Amidst the melted remains of what had once been an ancient tyrant, someone who had predated even the gods' domination over Ireland, Adam grinned at his interface window.
He would lie if he claimed Balor's level didn't surprise him, but that was about all. The chasm between mortals and divinities was as unbridgeable as suggested by the numbers hovering silently before him. Still, the ability to kill with a glance? Mildly surprising... or maybe a lot. His kimono was still glued to his back with cold sweat...
As he thought about it, he controlled his flames to swirl around Balor's giant eye—the only thing he had spared from utter annihilation. With a thought, he stored it and a beast core that looked like a boulder covered in soot in his magic cube.
