"If that evil dragon appears, I'll be the one to cut off its head."
"Is that so?"
Vera let out a sigh of relief. For some reason, she trusted him, feeling that since the boy before her had said it, he would be able to do it.
"Wait, cut off the evil dragon's head?"
Indra grew uneasy upon hearing those words.
It was as though something extraordinary had happened. A chilling dread ran down his back—not simple cold, but the discomfort of the God of Death's finger brushing against his spine.
"White Night Yaksha didn't tell you? The plan to end the Demon King Alliance was for me to kill the evil dragon, or for her to sleep eternally alongside it."
Having already obtained Kalki's Sovereignty of Leo and possessing all eleven Solar Sovereignties, the War God spoke.
"We'll awaken that evil dragon here, then kill it here."
"Damn it, forget such a ridiculous idea right now! That dragon isn't something a god can kill!"
Overwhelmed by unease, Indra seized the War God by the collar and roared. His expression was savage; he looked less like a king of gods and more like some wild beast.
"It's too late to say that now."
Having received communications from Kalki and Mandala some time earlier, the War God spoke calmly.
"What do you mea—"
Just as Indra, whose heart was utterly filled with unease, was about to continue questioning him, the anomaly occurred.
"Rumble—!"
Without warning, the entire ground began to quake violently for no apparent reason. The tremors intensified, causing the cracks stretching through the sea of stars to widen bit by bit. At last, everything fell into violent shaking and collapse.
The earthquake was so severe that even Indra was caught off guard. He lost his balance and nearly fell