"It must be an illusion, the God of Nature wouldn't cast His gaze upon insignificant humans,"
With that thought, Ilyas's eyes turned toward Lilith Hoyle.
In her, He could sense the breath of an Immortal.
However, the state of that Immortal was not good, obviously in a period of weakness.
"Your strength is not bad, are you interested in working for me?" Ilyas extended an invitation.
Unlike the Red Dragon, whose head was filled with muscles and violence, only knowing how to fight and kill, He preferred amicable wealth accumulation, gathering a group of subordinates as expendables.
Of course, if the opponent was unwilling to submit, He would use the Immortal Divine Flame to burn the enemy to ashes.
"Tell me your choice!"
"Submission or destruction?"
With His head held high, Ilyas's presence as an Immortal swept across the heavens like a wild storm, His body wrapped in searing flames, even tearing open the sky.
