God Goldeen suddenly began to laugh, a roaring rage of Golden Flames coating his blindingly blond hair. His red eyes shimmered even more sinisterly as the Presence of a King emanated from him.
"Ancestor, it seems that some insignificant individuals believe that they're worth more than what they are."
The flames that coated the third phase sky castle bloomed to another level, soaring above and turning the blue skies red.
At that moment, the faint cackling of an ancient voice filled their ears.
"After so many years of accumulations, it seems it's finally time."
Dyon's smile faded, not because he began to tremble like the other geniuses around him, but rather because the board he had been playing on flipped. Toying with what remained of the Golden Crow disciples after drawing Blythe and the Princes and Princesses to his side would have been child's play. However, it seemed that Christian III wasn't taking any chances.
