Never in history had a new Cosmos ever won a Writ of Challenge against the locals of the Primordial Empire.
This thought rang in the minds of Daolord Ilyad and Ray resoundingly as crimson light washed over them, both of their eyes looking at their torn limbs hanging from his hands as blood still freshly leaked from them!
Something that hadn't happened in history...they wouldn't be the first ones to allow it.
THRUM!
With limbs missing and utterly humiliated, the expressions of Ilyad and Ray were utterly cold as they moved like streaks of light the moment they were free from Noah's grasp.
They moved with fervor as if they hadn't just suffered a major injury, their eyes flashing with a deadly light as they went on the offensive once more!
This was the pride and honor of an Antiquity!
