"It is beginning?"
WAA!
With a booming voice, Hyperion's titanous form rose from a white throne Primordial essence as his golden trunk waved around dangerously.
His eyes were already seeing the hazy outline of the Cosmic Battlefield through the eyes of a certain being, and he was currently staring at the image of an existence sitting grandly upon a purple gold Throne!
"Quasi-Cosmic Treasures lined up the inscriptions of an Edict...is it you?"
His eyes dubiously looked at the scene of this existence as he wondered if he was the one disguised as Aegon to throw an attack in the Primordial Sea. Hyperion's senses were unique as they didn't have to be supported by a Dao or an Edict, he sometimes just had a gut feeling as someone of his stature had a terrifying intuition!
"The Reality may be vast with innumerable creatures, but those with Edicts are few as there is a high likelihood that it is him…"
RUMBLE!
