"… From this day forth, my Title will be…"
Young Master Moon's words seemed obscured by the laws of the world as though he was waiting for the right moment to reveal it.
However, he seemed happy and content. Or rather, he seemed more happy and content than usual.
Those who knew him felt that he was an existence who was always stone-faced. Having just the slightest curl of his lip now spoke volumes about his mood.
He descended slowly from the skies, his aura billowing about and his hair still dancing with blue flames.
When he touched the ground, it iced over beneath his restrained aura alone, and several Fire Fiends that were far too close found themselves becoming streams of energy that entered Young Master Moon's body.
Dead without even a single glance.
And among them… there were Sovereigns.
For a Sovereign to die so easily, it could be imagined the kind of power Young Master Moon wielded now.
