PoV Floresia
When that dragon unleashed that strike, I began to shiver, and I began to once again feel that fear that I thought died the day I decided to turn into a demon. The fear of dying a helpless death at their hands
I still remembered the day our hell began vividly; it was a day like any other. I was still a child back then, and both of my parents were famous for being heroes, capable of stopping any fight and instilling peace on every planet they ever set foot on. That day, I had woken up earlier than usual to meet up with some friends. My plans were to brag about my parents and their latest adventure.
The floating city was lively as always, with the upper layers being busy as always dealing with the gate system, which required constant maintenance, and were busy either answering the prayers of our goddess followers or aiding them militarily by using their powers to end the wars and all kinds of conflicts.
