Garen stared at the arena.
At this moment, the Dragon God of Destruction's eyes gradually turned fiery. His voice was rough as he growled at Yaeger, ""Yaeger, I don't care why you're here, but since you're here, prepare to meet my destruction. I'll enjoy your wails in the flames!”
Yaeger's expression could not be seen under the Death Robe.
Only a calm and calm voice sounded, ""Is that so? I have been silent for a long time, far away from the battle.”
"Since you've returned today, I hope you won't disappoint me.”
"Use your fire to dance for me and please me.”
As he spoke, a pale, thin, and haggard arm stretched out from under the robe.
The boundless power of death was like a vast river of black, gray, and pale colors. It gathered toward Yaeger, forming a sickle in his right hand and a thick, ancient book in his left hand.
Death God Scythe, Death Scripture.
“................. This, my authority is out of control.”
