"Damn it—no way! How the hell are you a Dragon God with pure Primordial Celestial Dragon blood?!"
In an instant, the expression on Zerathor—the Skyfiend Overlord of the Sky Citadel—twisted into a furious, ashen grimace. His eyes burned with murderous rage.
He looked absolutely livid.
But then, with a cold snort, he sneered and said icily, "Hmph! So what if you're a Dragon God with pure Primordial Celestial Dragon blood? You think that makes you one of those invincible legends from the old days? Don't flatter yourself. I'll let you in on a little secret—I've already devoured the power of a Dragon God myself!"
"That's right. I now wield the same power as you. Got it?!"
"And today, I'm going to feast on all of you!"
"ROAR!"
Zerathor's voice rose into a thunderous roar, his words crashing down like a storm.
His aura exploded outward—terrifying, overwhelming.
At the same time, Idra's expression turned cold and focused.
