In the Grand Basilica, Godric sat on the throne, his face dark clear to the limit.
Now, the second he thought about Skylar's casual strike, that terrifying power that crushed everything in its way came back on him like a nightmare, and his whole body shook.
He had lived for ten thousand years. He had ruled the Celestial Palace for thousands more and moved unchecked across the Fourteenth Firmament, yet he had never seen an existence that terrifying. And Skylar had looked so young.
Skylar... The Demon Dragon Lineage...
Godric ground his teeth and spoke under his breath. His voice came out hoarse and dry, thick with venom.
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