There were many, many more, unable to assess each of those that answered his Convergence Call, though there were three figures specifically that caught his attention more than any of the others, each of whom entered near him, closest to the God of Heroes:
[Name: Polaris] [Designated Class: Martial Artist] [Level: 70]
[Name: Jotham] [Designated Class: Slayer] [Level: 65]
[Name: Astrid] [Designated Class: Warrior] [Level: 90]
Nearest to him was "Polaris", a rather lackadaisical-seeming man who wore nothing but a plain, black tee and sweatpants, hardly seeming ready for battle, though his level proved otherwise.
On the opposing spectrum, the slayer, "Jotham", wore a pitch-black suit that looked tailor-made for his physique, like that of a diving suit, with silken, pale hair that cascaded down his shoulders.
For the warrior, "Astrid", the woman had lengthy, silver hair kept in a ponytail, carrying a massive greatsword that was longer and thicker than her body, letting the grand mass of steel rest on her shoulder.
"Hey," Jotham spoke up, glancing back at the wounded assassin. "You're the one that used the Convergence Call, I take it?"
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"Yeah, that was me," Finn answered with a nod, wiping the sweat and blood from his chin.
"Brief me on the abilities of our enemy–make it concise and quick," Jotham ordered, summoning his lengthy blade into his grip.
The quick tone used by the slayer wasn't something the assassin was particularly fond of, but he cooperated, "He uses lightning. Trying to catch him is extremely difficult–he's insanely fast. To make it worse, I...think he's not using his full strength yet."
Polaris chimed in with a playful laugh, "Looks like you already got the shit kicked out of you. I'm not surprised, though–just look at the monster you brought us to."
"Are you scared?" Astris asked with a calm, almost emotionless voice to the martial artist.
"Hell no! I'm pumped up!" Polaris answered, smacking his fist into his own hand as he bounced in place.
Against the dozens of system-wielders that arrived through the Convergence Call, Finn could see that the God of Heroes' smile had not yet faded, in fact, it grew.
"At the end of a burning star's life, there'd be nothing more sad than to be deprived of an audience to witness its last moments," Sirius said before raising his hand, bringing an encore of lightning to emerge. "--I'm grateful that I can give it my all, one last time!"
From the summit of the fractured world, the colossal orb imbued with the God of Heroes' authority cracked, causing the sky itself to rumble. Bolts of lightning scattered from the glistening sphere, dragging sharply across the glass as survivors were forced to move out of the way.
The godly energy anchored itself to the God of Heroes as though he were a lightning rod, instilling him with a fantastical amount of power. All of the lacerations on Sirius' skin closed as an armor developed around his body.
Like the scales of a silver dragon, crafted like that of a knight's exoskeleton, the living armor encased the last hero of the First Order. Just from the presence of the equipped divinity, an imposing aura breathed off of Sirius' body, causing the wind to flex like that of a subtle storm.
Sirius stepped back with swiftness, immediately pressured by the user of the Mythos System; the golden blade of Jotham was slashed towards the divine figure with impunity. It expelled a grand wave of light, though was evaded masterfully as Sirius ducked down.
In that split-second, Jotham was left open to the counterattack–THWOOM.
Crashing down from above, a meteoric impact landed where Sirius was, bringing both Jotham and Polaris to jump back.
"Damn!--" Polaris remarked with a laugh as the winds pushed back.
"Tch–watch it," Jotham quietly reprimanded with a click of his tongue.
The words were meant for the one that had come down like a comet; the glistening greatsword of the silver-haired warrior found itself stopped by a single hand of the God of Heroes.
It was impossible to see what expression laid beneath Sirius' living armor, though it certainly wasn't one that was impressed as he cast Astrid aside with a flick of lightning.
As Sirius dealt with the initial assault, another volley of magic rained down; from fireballs, aquatic spheres, arrows seeped in verdant light, and even birds of energy, the projectiles fell like a meteor shower.
"--Paltry," the single word left Sirius' lips before he ascended as a bolt of magenta lightning.
The divine figure soared as his prime element, meeting the downpour of projectiles made from the unified effort of the many survivors. At the ceiling of the world, the fleeting bolt intercepted each force, zipping from one point to the other amidst the fractured horizon.
Finn watched it all while regaining himself, finding the display from Sirius now to be on a completely different level from what he had fought.
'He could've easily just dodged all of that. Right now, he's making a show of it–he's showing us that he's in a different realm,' Finn concluded.
Momentarily, the man that moved as lightning reappeared in the sky, catching one of the flying fireballs in his hand along with an arrow of light, spinning around before tossing them right back from where they came.
To the leftmost of the glass arena, the mage and archer responsible for their contribution watched their attacks come right back to them.
"Ah–?" The woman in scarlet robes reacted.
"Crap!" A man in a verdant cloak shouted.
–BOOM. There was no time for either to move out of the way before the returned attacks exploded on the transparent surface. It wasn't the end of the divine one's counterattack; into his hands, Sirius caught a pair of thunderbolts, sending them down upon the stagnant fighters.
All the while, Finn found himself considering his plan of attack, watching as the three highest levels of the group naturally came to stop for a moment.
The silver-haired warrior huffed in frustration as her boots scraped against the glass, slamming her blade down before sprinting right back into action. It was almost impressive to Finn to witness that sort of tenacity, driving right back into battle without a second thought.
He found himself not with that luxury anymore, having to think more carefully as he knew claiming the life of the God of Heroes wouldn't be so simple. Not that he ever believed it would be easy.