As the mountain peak that seemed to support the heavens drew closer, the vicious creatures appearing in the sea of clouds grew stronger.
The old man's expression was solemn. The creatures appearing in the sea of clouds resembled the Nightmare Dragons that ravaged the Western world, yet were also different.
These dragons in the sea of clouds had no wings, yet could soar freely through the skies and clouds.
Most of them had long, slender forms, yet possessed immense power capable of splitting mountains and parting seas.
And creatures like these were everywhere in the sea of clouds!
At this thought, the silver-haired old man's expression turned grim.
Because he knew these creatures.
As he searched through his distant memories, several figures surfaced in the old man's mind.
It had happened in the primordial era.
The old man still clearly remembered one scene.
High above, in the infinitely distant sky, figures emerged beyond the sea of clouds.
They were the ancient Gods of the East. These deities had varied appearances, each wielding divine weapons, their divine might resplendent.
Beneath or beside these deities were the creatures from the sea of clouds.
They were the Gods' mounts and companions. When the Gods charged at those ferocious heavenly demons, the creatures roared and charged at the enormous beasts on the opposite side.
At that time, as Chief of Angels who had followed the Creator to this world, the old man had been utterly shocked when he witnessed this scene.
And that shock had remained buried deep in his heart.
Even now, he had never forgotten it.
The old man took a deep breath. "Fortunately, those Gods have all disappeared. Otherwise..."
He did not continue.
He raised his head. Seeing that the mountain peak was almost within reach, a searing light once again