Inside the temple.
The Molten Golden Dragon looked confused, staring at the Blood Fire Dominator Statue in front of it.
It seemed as if an evil power was affecting it.
Even closing its eyes didn't help.
"Is this what they call the Holy War Transformation? Truly sinister."
If this continued, it might not last much longer.
"Alas... sixth brother, eighth brother, Louise, I might not make it out of here."
At dusk.
Dika sat high in the sky, watching the slaughter below.
Suddenly, its brows furrowed slightly.
In the distance, the sunset was like blood, the red clouds stretched like a ribbon.
A figure in Black Armor dragged a longsword through the long sky, strolling towards them.
The sunset crowned, the evening clouds cloaked.
Though his power seemed only at Level 8 Peak, he had already become the center of that world.
A confident and powerful aura enveloped, as if a whole world pressed down.
Dika's eyes narrowed slightly, but it didn't rise.
