Under the trembling sky, the four banners fluttered their glory. The headdress that he wore only brought out his godly presence. There was nothing in this world that could bat his eye as he didn't even take a glance at the crumbling island below him despite the huge tremor that could deafen one's ears.
"You IMBECILE!" shouted the astral figure before he quickly approached Lyon with his glaring eyes. Yet even when he hastened his move and louder his voice, he still couldn't faze him.
The astral figure drawing out his mana before a sword was formed in his hand. He wasted no time before he hacked toward the young man with the full intent of killing reflected in those weary eyes. As the blade coming from above, right toward his forehead, Lyon closed his eyes before one of his golden tails slapped the astral figure in the face and sent him flying without any much-needed effort.
