The Winged Angel's power truly exceeded Iver's imagination.
He knew that the Winged Angel, the strongest person who had once slain a Pillar God in mortal form, had to be powerful. But he had never expected him to be this powerful.
Although the Winged Angel had now returned with the words, "I have returned"... there was no doubt that he was currently far weaker than he had been at his peak.
After all, only remnants of the part that belonged to Supreme Heaven remained.
Even though he had briefly reached the Miracle Position through the power of the 4+7 Source Rivers, thereby accomplishing the miracle of returning from death... his Path of Miracles had become completely unbalanced. Thus, the moment he "resurrected," he had already entered a state of rampage.
That was what it meant for something to be fleeting--
The moment a miracle bloomed, the countdown to its end had already begun.
At that moment, the red dragon's flesh writhed all over its body, rapidly healing with wet, sticky sounds.
Yet this was not self-healing. It was twisting its body into a form more suited for battle.
The red dragon's enormous wings had already lost their purpose.
The air superiority and mobility brought by flight were a joke before the threat of that unavoidable spear. No matter how it flew, it could not evade Uranus's throws--so it abandoned its wings.
Likewise, mobility had no meaning--so the red dragon chose to abandon that as well.
Speech was equally meaningless, because the purpose of speech was communication, and communication between them was no longer possible. The red dragon abandoned this part of itself too, further purifying itself.
A single blow from Uranus was enough to heavily injure him. If it struck a vital point, it might even kill him instantly. Therefore,