The sky was shattered with the resounding booms and bangs as entities that could crush planets clashed with each other over the void of reality.
Such was the date of this artificial chaos that the world was witnessing.
A battle so terrifying that even the few godly beings who consistently existed in a state of slumber had to be woken up so that they could observe.
The lions and the dragons were at their peaks in this era.
On one side, the Empire of Destruction Dragons, was standing on the success of their past years and the foundation they had laid down to achieve hegemony.
On the other side, the tyrants, the lions, were shockingly holding themselves up with the gains and success that they gathered in the span of a few hundred thousand years.
It had been close to a million years since the birth of the Blessed Savior, the Great King, the Sixth Primordial Lion, Noel.
