Weapons appeared in the skies one after another. There were godly spears, sharp swords, jagged tridents. Each was no worse than the Venerable Grade, forcing the space around them to quake and tremble.
The skies shattered as though they were made of glass, trying to reform on themselves only to shatter again. A world of reality and pseudo reality formed, it was the kind that looked like a dream land… the kind of land Emytheus could do with as he pleased.
Dyon could feel his strict control of the Ancient Battlefield slipping away. As it did, the plummeting of his strength accelerated. It seemed the Heavens were intent on suppressing him to the extreme.
This only confirmed Dyon's theory. Why was it that he was being suppressed, but Emytheus who must have died in the previous timeline not experiencing this? If not a case of playing favorites, what exactly was this?
Dyon's grin turned savage.
