Pafila, who was simultaneously overseeing the Divine Realm battlefield and the deployment at Evil Scale Fortress, could rightly be described as a deity buried under a mountain of daily affairs.
After conducting the coronation for her self-appointed third disciple, her will swiftly departed from David's body.
The ceremony looked ridiculously simple.
Yet, the gigantic dragons in attendance all cast envious glances.
A deity gracing a follower with a personal coronation is a privilege not even Popes and Pastoral Heads of some sects might enjoy.
But as soon as Pafila's divine consciousness withdrew, David instinctively curled up, pulling his tail from Alicia's grasp like a cat whose tail had been caught, and tucked it securely under his rump.
A dragon's tail is such a peculiar appendage.
