The eyes of the war god, whose Divinity had swelled into the triple digits, gleamed with dangerous light. Among them, the aspect corresponding to the warrior unfolded its power through the silent Word of Power.
Merely gazing at the three-headed dragon with the naked eye caused countless indescribable "pieces of knowledge" to surge into his mind—constructing its structure, forging its body. This was the power of the Warrior Incarnation.
The power of the Eleven Solar Sovereignties flowed into his body like water, pushing a certain authority to terrifying heights.
A golden sword was forged, one aimed solely at Azhdaha the Demon Dragon rather than Absolute Evil, shining with sunlight-like brilliance in the darkness.
The war god wielding the Golden Blades surged with ferocious momentum. He sharpened the blade with Words of Power, stomped down hard, and the earth collapsed with cracks spreading outward as he charged toward the dragon like a natural disaster.
The clang of metal reverberated through the night sky. The three-headed dragon, whose continental mass had been compressed into three meters, caught the Golden Sword barehanded, effortlessly receiving the strike.
The Sword of Word of Power, which had come with overwhelming force, could not even break through his outermost scales. To an outsider, that slash looked like nothing more than polishing the evil dragon's scales.
However, for the first time since becoming Humanity's Final Trial, the three-headed dragon felt a true sense of crisis.
Its Divinity had been weakened. The weakened portion was like a stone sinking into the sea, severing all connection with itself.
Bearing Humanity's Final Trial required a Divinity of sufficient strength. If its Divinity became too weak, the fate of Humanity's Final Trial would detach from its vessel and await the emergence of the next suitable candidate.
What this sword, bearing the power