It wasn't that He suddenly felt any pity for a Red Dragon.
Rather, with that slash, David's heart stopped beating completely.
Like a pump riddled with countless holes.
After all, this was the deicidal slash of a demigod, meant to prove his divinity.
At this moment, David was far from meeting the qualifications to fully utilize its power.
Christoph had underestimated both its caliber and power back in the day.
It wasn't that David would die if he used it. It was that upon using it, he would instantly die on the spot!
TSSS...
Bahamut only felt a coolness on His cheek. He immediately retracted His claw from David's chest and caressed His eyelid, only to see a drop of glaring blood.
The sword that David drew, which killed him first, had still injured Him.
He, Bahamut, had become the second deity in the Multiverse to be wounded by mortal hands.
Yet this seemed to stir no emotion in Him. There was no anger, only a stillness akin to the desolate, snowy winds.
