He unleashed the Concept, which was far above the laws.
As soon as he did, the world dimmed.
The Laws themselves screamed.
The Twin Saints felt their connection to their own power… falter. For the first time in centuries, their flawless synchrony wavered.
"ROARRRRRRR!"
The dragon lunged, fangs dripping with the energy of annihilated realms, tearing straight toward the Saint of Creation.
"Brother!" the Saint of Destruction intercepted, swinging his blade—a weapon said to have slain gods. The clash rang like the death knell of worlds. The impact hurled the dragon back, but its maw was already curling into a vicious grin.
Igaris stood atop the Dragon Monarch's head, completely unfazed.
"Good… show me more."
The Twin Saints' faces hardened. They no longer saw an arrogant upstart. They saw a sovereign who could meet their impossible laws head-on.
And yet, they still had not revealed their true form.
