Faust immediately relaxed and the golden light disappeared, returning everything to its normal speed.
"Oh, he's fast."
Raid and Larson both turned to him with worried expressions, then checked on the avatar of the New God. The man's trembling had gotten a bit worse.
"That power must stress his body," Faust observed.
Larson's expression didn't change, but a slight anger pulsed beneath his skin. "Yes. That's why we need the Olympic Knights. Players strong enough to channel the New God's power and without killing themselves."
Faust bit back a frown as he imagined anyone with that time-slowing power. They would be unbeatable.
"They still won't be able to use all of the divine power without hurting themselves. But they'll be far stronger than any normal Player."
Strength and chosen ones… this stank of something. Faust's eyes widened as he realized.
"They are your primary contingency. A Player that is trustworthy, listens to you, and can beat any other Player."
