The knight lefts a hand from it's weapon, and clenches it into a fist, as Zoss attempts to crush the Herald's spine, and the voice booms forth, saying "And so the Bastion defends, as is his nature." Zoss feels the hand resist his grip, the attack somehow redirected from it's target.
The armored knight seems to completely ignore Zoss's words, until he's finished. In a voice rough, sounding little used, it croaks out"My liege is no king, and has no form. He gives you more attention than you deserve, mortal. And I am a shield, set in your path, forged by his will and tempered by battle."
And stands there, while the Herald works it's magic. Revolution Dawn calls out "You need to get out of that Taint! The Jyre control reality inside their Taint, and you never want to be inside an enemies power!", as she carves her way through the forces reaching her.
The battle rages on.
And the King of Kings frowned, for He was unhappy with the ongoing battle. It had been many millenia since He had been opposed so. He hardly remembered it, but they were not memories He cared to recall.
"You annoy me." He stated. "Are you here to simply delay me? You bring armies against me, you rally your champions, you coat the land in bones, and yet here I stand, untouched. You may counter me, but you cannot harm me."
And He brought one foot down where He stood, and into the ground He sent his Royalty, and the ground would become that of the void, grey ash, spreading around Him, for he willed it so. If his enemy sought to delay Him, then He would do what Zoss did. He would Conquer, for such was his title. And assuredly these results would be so, for the King of Kings saw no alternative. He would not retreat to safer ground, for such was not the way of the Conquering King. He would make His own ground, His own influence, and into the ground at His feet he thrust His will, as he had done to fight his previous foe.
But the King was cunning, for He knew that in His efforts to destroy His foes ground and claim it as His own, He would be forced to make an attack of sorts. And as such, this Bastion that opposed Him could defend. And so the King of Kings did not destroy the domain at His feet. Rather, it had never existed in the first place, for Zoss wished it so. There had
never been the domain of His foe there, for it had always been Void. Zoss did not destroy, for there was nothing to destroy, He did not attack, for there was nothing to attack. He simply took what was His, as was His right as King.
Regardless, Zoss then spread his arms. "Well then, have ye not the strength to strike me? I ask you again. Be you a coward? A craven afeared of his own sword? Strike me down, and please the master you hold so dear. Do this, or surrender, for there are no alternatives."
