Dozens of breaths ago.
Outside the city of Aurora, the battle raged on in the sky.
Standing at a distance from Cohen, Triton had been tense for a while but finally relaxed. From the looks of the far-off scene, this special human had indeed been entangled.
"Prometheus, it must be him! This old fool probably knew without his protection, the fate of humans wouldn't be good, so he deliberately left such a contingency plan!"
Feeling inwardly irritated, Triton locked onto the forethinker god being punished in the depths of the East Sea. As for the human wielding this power, how could that be possible?
As the noble son of the Sea God, if he couldn't do it, how could a mortal possibly manage?
"Just you wait, you old relic of bygone ages, you unrestrained member of the Titan Deity Clan, once I have dealt with your creation, I'll have a 'good talk' with you!"
