The expression on the Dragon King's face turned grim as he sensed the overwhelming aura in the air.
It reminded him of a time long ago when he had encountered Zeus, and that was the only other occasion he had felt such a powerful presence.
There was no doubt in his mind. The intruder was undoubtedly a god who had been reborn on the surface. But something troubled him.
Initially, he had thought that the intruder might be a subordinate sent by Zeus, someone he could easily handle.
However, it was now evident that this person was no mere subordinate. Their strength was on par with, if not surpassing, that of Zeus himself.
....
The Queen had just settled in her room. She was preparing for the night when she could steal the God's Voice and return it to Raven.
Even her expression turned dark as she felt the aura that was coming from the direction of her house.
She knew that there was only one person who could do it.
