Dyon's body lengthened, his skin paling. Moments later, his hair turned a pale shade of gray that appeared to be a blemishless white.
A deep, dark fog wafted around him as his features grew sharper and more handsome. His appearance was sinister, like a creature of the night, but his allure was unmistakeable, the kind that could grasp the heart of a woman with a single glance.
"God Heir, retreat!" One of the scions roared, trying to force his way through the endless rain of swords.
The truth was that God Goldeen, even as a mere higher celestial, was equal in power to the four scions. This was how large the difference between Orders was. He could fight them as 7th order peak celestials simply because he was of the 8th order.
