"A Titan-world adventurer, are you ready?"
Orson's thoughts cleared. His gaze was calm as still water as he looked toward Endless Rift.
He took a single step forward—just one—and within a hundred kilometers, the elemental forces raged out of control, all drawn toward him like moths to flame.
Endless Rift clutched his war spear tightly, his granite-like body trembling. His singular eye was filled with disbelief.
The presence Orson exuded—divine in every sense—was indescribable. It crushed down on him like a radiant galactic storm.
Endless Rift inhaled sharply. He understood immediately.
This was divine will.
Even as a bloodthirsty Titan King, all he could do was bow, trembling, before the descent of a true god...
Or die. Without question.
"I…"
Cold sweat streamed down Endless Rift's back—only to instantly evaporate from the sheer intensity of his own blood-qi. The effect made him appear strangely majestic.
"Is this the Titan world's so-called 'battle aura'? Not bad."
