When he noticed Garen, the new Dragon God, Io's gaze paused on Garen for a few more seconds, revealing a look of approval.
"My children, it has been hard on you during the time I was sealed.”
"Now, I'm back. My wings will shelter you from the wind and rain in the past, present, and future.”
As he spoke, the Nine-Faced Dragon God True Spirit raised its neck, opened its mouth, and took a deep breath.
In the various planes and worlds, the power of faith of the dragon race that had been accumulated for countless years began to run wild. In an instant, it gathered into a vast river of faith that crossed endless space and layers of plane barriers and entered the Silent Mountains on the fourth level of the Scorching Hell, flowing into the depths of the Devil's Nest.
At this moment, the gods sensed the change in this massive faith.
"What happened?"
"What a huge and deep faith. Where did it come from?”
