"Who said we're the ones going on the trip?" Drakion retorted coldly. "You are."
All five of them laughed in unison, their laughter thunderous and malicious as they released their pressure upon him—an overwhelming force that nearly shattered the heavens. It was in that moment Drakion understood the terrifying gulf between the two realms.
He turned his gaze toward Lyla, who was still immersed in her heavenly tribulation, her aura locked in a fierce battle against divine judgment.
He didn't know who these people were, nor their origins, but he knew one thing with certainty—he had to protect her.
In a burst of speed so intense it caused the heavens to quake, Drakion charged forward like a raging comet, but against these enemies, who were as ancient and overwhelming as mountains, he seemed like a mere child facing an old and cruel world.
