"The destruction dragon died because of its arrogance. As for the rest of you, I need your core to ascend," the man finally replied to Jarrett, his voice calm and measured, carrying the weight of inevitability like a decree from the stars.
"Stop spouting bullshit. No one can go beyond the Primordial realm. Not anymore! The transcendents made it so!" Jarrett rebutted the man's words, his voice raised in defiance, feathers bristling as he hovered, ready for another clash.
"Your lack of potential and limitation does not equate to mine. Do not place me in the same boat as you," he answered coolly, his tone laced with quiet disdain, dismissing the phoenix's protests as the ramblings of the defeated.
The man released his aura completely, increasing the dense pressure within the Primordial realm, a wave of overwhelming presence that thickened the air, making every breath feel like drawing in molten lead.
