The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic

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The sky was already torn apart by fire, ice, and divine light, yet something deeper began to move beneath all of it like something hidden and watching from a place the fighting hadn't touched.

It was the kind of presence that doesn't announce itself but simply waits until the right moment and then makes itself known in a way that can't be ignored.

Steampunk exhaled slowly and adjusted the gears along his wrist with careful fingers, and the faint ticking of countless hidden mechanisms echoed around him, steady and precise like a clock that had never lost its rhythm. His calm gaze settled on Eric with the kind of focus that comes not from anger but from understanding exactly what you're dealing with.

"His structure is quite layered," he said quietly. "Multiple authorities overlapping without rejection."

Christina stood beside him, and her presence was almost invisible even now, even in the

middle of all the chaos and destruction.

"This guy is really a menace."After becoming a goddess she finally understood why Eric is valued.

It's due to his ability to encompass multiple abilities and become vessels of several gods at once.

The space around her felt slightly displaced, as if she didn't fully belong to it and it didn't fully belong to her. Her eyes stayed fixed on Eric while a faint veil rippled around her body like a secret trying to stay hidden.

"He is managing it well."

As she spoke, her fingers brushed the air lightly and something unseen spread outward in every direction, and their eyes met for a brief second in which something was decided without a word being spoken.

Steampunk raised his hand and the entire battlefield answered him.

A deep metallic hum spread across the dimension like the sound of something enormous waking up for the first time, and massive constructs began to emerge around him.

Not just puppets but colossal frames of divine machinery that forced their way into existence with purpose.

Rings of rotating gears appeared in the sky, each the size of mountains, interlocking with perfect precision as they settled into place and made a sound somewhere between a grind and a song.

Space itself began to behave like a machine, as lines formed and locked into place while angles aligned in ways that had nothing natural about them, and invisible mechanisms clicked just beyond what the eye could follow, as if reality had become a constructed system operating entirely under his control.

At the same time, Christina stepped forward and the world dimmed into concealment.

Layers of hidden force spread outward from her like an unseen curtain being drawn across the battlefield.

Concepts lost their clarity and direction blurred while distance became uncertain and unreliable. But more than that, intent itself became unreliable, and attacks no longer held their full meaning when they landed, as if something was quietly being taken from them before they could arrive.

Eric frowned slightly as the pressure around him shifted in a way he hadn't felt before, and then Christina's power deepened further.

Fragments of reality were concealed and parts of space simply ceased to be perceived by anyone standing inside her field. Sections of the battlefield folded into secrecy and made paths incomplete and movements misleading in ways that were impossible to fully compensate for, and even the origin of attacks became unclear, as if they were coming from somewhere that did not technically exist.

Eric's senses reacted instantly and light surged from his body in expanding waves, forcing clarity outward in every direction and trying to expose what was hidden and pull it back into the visible world.

But the concealment did not break. It slipped and moved just enough to avoid being seen, then settled back into place the moment the light passed over it.

"As annoying as ever…Quite a troublesome ability."

"Thanks for the praise,Divine Lords.."Christina snorted.

Steampunk clenched his fist and the gears descended.

Massive rotating rings collapsed inward from all directions at once, grinding through space as they moved toward Eric with enough collective force to destroy entire realms if they closed completely, and each rotation carried that force multiplied and concentrated into the point of impact.

At the same time, thousands of mechanical threads shot forward from the rings and linked them together in a precise network that pulsed with controlled power and locked Eric's position with the kind of certainty that left very little room for movement.

But that was not all. Christina moved her hand slightly and the threads disappeared not physically but from perception and Eric could still feel the restraint pressing against him from every direction, yet he could not fully see it or understand its structure, and the more he tried to grasp it the more incomplete it became, like trying to hold water that kept finding the gaps between his fingers.

Eric moved, but the moment he shifted his position the coordinates changed around him not only because of the space warping but because his own intention was partially concealed from himself, and his movement did not fully align with his will the way it always had before.

For a fraction of a second his body overlapped in two positions at once, caught between where he meant to be and where he actually was.

That fraction of a second was enough and the gears closed in.

BOOOOOOOOM!

The collision shook everything across the entire dimension, and metal screamed as it crushed inward while the space inside collapsed violently under the weight of force meeting itself from every direction, and the sound of it rolled outward like a wave that didn't stop.

BOOOOM-

Christina's eyes narrowed slightly and she concealed the aftermath.

The explosion did not spread the way it should have, as its force was swallowed and redirected into hidden layers that compressed the destruction inward instead of letting it escape, and the battlefield around the point of impact went strangely quiet for a moment that felt longer than it was.

But within that silence light exploded outward without warning, and Eric stepped through it with his expression colder than before and his spear spinning once at his side.

A burst of clarity followed the spin and hit the concealed layers like something being forced open from the inside, and while they weren't destroyed completely, they were forced open wide enough for him to move through them with purpose.

"Tricks like this," he said quietly, "won't hold me."

Darkness surged from him next and spread like corrosion moving through metal, swallowing the mechanical constructs piece by piece, and at the same time massive vines tore through the gears with violent force, breaking them apart at the joints where even the strongest metal has its limits.

Steampunk's eyes narrowed just slightly and his fingers moved again without hesitation. The broken machines reassembled instantly, as their structure shifted and adapted and reinforced itself against the vines and the darkness pressing into them from every angle, and they came back together stronger than before.

Christina raised her hand again and this time she did not conceal space but concealed the outcome.

Eric's next strike landed with full force and full intent behind it, yet its result scattered the moment it made contact, and the impact fractured into multiple incomplete results that spread across hidden layers while none of them fully realized their potential.

Damage was hidden and redirected and partially erased within the unseen space she had built, and for a brief moment even his layered divinity lost coherence as the authorities that had always worked together inside him stuttered against each other like instruments playing slightly out of time.

That moment stretched in a way that moments rarely do, and Steampunk took it. A massive construct formed above Eric in the space of a breath a descending pillar of rotating blades and crushing plates with energy condensing at its core so densely that the air around it compressed and bent visibly.

"Collapse," Steampunk said, and the construct fell. At the same time Christina tightened her control across every layer she had built and all exits became uncertain while paths overlapped and meaning itself folded inward and left nothing clean to reach for.