"How is this possible?"
Michael hovered above Drakon's huge frame, measuring 50 meters big, both his wings were cut off clean. While Countless Monsters were feasting on his body.
"Get off him, you Bastards!!!" The starlight sword appeared in his hand.
"They can't hear or see you, and you can't attack them." Chronos stood behind him.
"But... He is my friend." He turned to Chronos. "Drakon is a Mystical-Class Dragon, and also a fifth-stage Evolved. What on earth can kill him?"
"A lot of things and weapons can kill a Mystical-Class Dragon, for example; a True god can easily kill a Mystical-Class Dragon, even if he's stage-five evolved. Your sword get stronger if you get stronger, same principal applied to Drakon and Reaper."
Graaa!!
Michael turned to the side, seeing Reaper's bisected body. Two Calamities were feeding on him.
"Who did this?" He asked with gritted teeth.
Chronos pointed at a distance.
