For these fools who knew no better, the Titans and Ancient Dragons naturally showed no mercy. If others come with ill intent, then there was no need to greet them with a smile, a punch, and claws were the best ways to welcome them.
"The sky here is becoming more and more like that of Erathia." After a bout with Balrog Flame Demon, Muria looked to the sky after pondering the problems in their battle.
The azure sky was tinged with gray, reminiscent of skies polluted with smog in his previous world. Clouds were even floating, symbolizing the encroachment and assimilation of the Abyss by the World Laws of Erathia. Furthermore, the poisonous gases in the air had thinned significantly.
"This place is no longer the Abyss!" Under Ansol's watch, Balrog Flame Demon, who had battled with Muria for almost a year, looked up at the sky with eyes filled with longing, expectation, jealousy, and other complex emotions.
