A surge of golden flames blossomed from Dyon's body. It coagulated into a torrential stream, shooting into the air like a heavenly pillar.
Golden wings bloomed from back, creating a sort of cognitive dissonance that was near impossible to resolve. How was it that he could look so imposing, so mighty… all while he wore the clothes of a beggar?
The golden pillar of flames pierced through the canopy of tree roots above before spreading outward as though to engulf the whole world.
In that instant, the roar of a dragon blasted down from above, shattering the Immortal God's imposing momentum into the whimper of a child.
The nine leaf Alchemy God frowned deeply. Despite the fact his body wasn't here, he could feel Dyon's momentum… He knew that let alone a mortal, even an Immortal God shouldn't have been able to have such imposing might…
What was that golden flame? And… was that the roar of a dragon he had just heard?
