Bael seemed to vent all of his pent-up resentment, roaring in the sky for more than five hours straight, until the entire Land of Darkness was engulfed in waves of tremors, as if the end of the world had arrived, before he finally stopped.
Then his massive body shot straight down toward the ground. The closer he got to the surface, the smaller his body became, until he returned to his original form.
His two feet landed heavily on the ground, one hand still holding a fan.
Swish!
The fan snapped open, covering his mouth and revealing only a pair of triumphant eyes. "Now do you know who rules the skies here?!"
Silvanus and the others had long since finished regrouping and treating their injuries. At this moment, aside from Silvanus still bearing a few wounds and Nerio remaining asleep, the rest of them actually looked to be in pretty good shape. The fresh blood that had soaked the ground had also been washed away by the torrential rain that had poured for five straight hours.
