Javier's gaze hardened, his voice steady but heavy enough to weigh down the air.
"Old man… if you don't take this seriously, you're going to die with your Celestial."
He exhaled slowly.
"I don't know what you've been thinking, old man. Even though you're one of my father's oldest friends, instead of training, focusing, and pushing your power to its limits… you took the shortcut. You claimed a Celestial's power without earning it."
Golden-white light began to flow from Javier's body.
The glow rippled through the cracked ground, pressing against the dark miasma clinging to the air.
He gestured toward Edmund's form, where the stage-five aura of the Celestial burned violently.
"And seeing this....stage five?.....I've already decided that this so-called Celestial of yours is nothing but trash. A useless being. They call themselves powerful enough to wreck the world? Maybe… but only in a way that destroys lives for their own amusement."
