Lana Mokos pouted and shot Ethan a sidelong glance: "What do you mean? Is my illusion that simple? This is a deity-level illusion, you know."
Everything was going according to plan, and Ethan was extremely pleased, his face beaming with a warm smile: "Lana, don't be so serious!"
The casual banter between the two caused Aneropo's expression to shift and change, the flames floating beside him swaying back and forth just like his turbulent emotions.
Awakening as if from a dream, Aneropo roared, "Black Dragon? You're not dead? So everything just now was fake."
Ethan shrugged lightly, speaking indifferently: "Of course. Did you really think about it? You've only just awakened; how could you possibly wield such immense apocalyptic power? If all ancient deities were like you, you wouldn't have been in slumber for so long."
