Visen
"I felt the god's anger," Slan said, looking down at He Ao. "What did you do?"
"Something I had to do." He Ao smiled at him. "Your god may not be too pleased about it." Slan's brows lowered. He glanced around. "You've been talking to me here just so you could make other preparations in secret?"
"Perhaps." He Ao looked up at the canyon of distorted space-time descending rapidly overhead.
The enormous helmet had come into view once more.
Endless whispers echoed violently through his mind.
He could even feel a faintly irritable Fighting Intent spreading through his heart. It came with the God of War's corruption.
Slan really was summoning the God of War's remains into this space.
"You're trying to get something from the God of War's remains?" He Ao watched Slan and chuckled. "You received the God of War's 'Gift.' You're an angel on his path, and now you're trying to dig up your former master's grave and scrounge a bite from him?" "Dernothus, no matter how sharp your tongue gets or how many little tricks you pull behind my back, it won't change the fact that you can do nothing right now." Slan looked at He Ao with a low laugh.
He spread his hand, and surging power gathered in his palm in an instant.
The Purple Radiance connecting every region blazed brilliantly, and the intricate Magic Formation gave off a terrifying aura.
Dazzling light gathered in the sky and rushed toward the inverted canyon overhead.
The purple light wrapped tightly around the canyon like countless chains.
"Watch, Dernothus." Slan lowered his head toward He Ao, his smile widening into a near-snarl. "I kept you alive for this moment. I wanted you to see it with your own eyes. Soon, I'll rise beyond an angel