The overwhelming Dragon's Might spread out, Authority carrying with it a heaven-sweeping Divine Power fluctuation, shaking heaven and earth, blotting out the sun and sky.
The crimson-black dragon flames swept in almost instantaneously, devouring the land.
Not just the air, even the laws of space twisted in that temperature capable of incinerating celestial bodies, rendering abilities like Space Leap completely ineffective.
Even for a Fabled Creature, this was a bona fide full-force outburst, a dragon breath capable of incinerating a Demigod.
However, facing the tide-like onslaught of dragon flames, Shiayar hardly moved.
How familiar these fluctuations are.
Although the form of expression was somewhat different, the Authority contained within the dragon breath felt oddly familiar to Shiayar.
It was very much like a certain Lord of Ashes, whose ultimate Sacred Relic he had swiped.
Every True God's divinity and authority are unique.
