Blood Cup
In an instant.
Duncan saw Valkyrie in midair with his naked eyes, but as the icy-blue vertical dragon pupils gradually faded, the female warrior's figure slowly vanished as well.
Only God's Eye View within Dimensional Space could see her hazy outline.
Dragons were the dividing line of the Mythological Era.
It was much the same in both East and West. In A Song of Ice and Fire, there was a scene where the warlock had once merely been a magician performing tricks, but after the Mother of Dragons hatched three dragons, he regained his former magical power. As for the East, if you heard that some Taoist knew a few spells, that an Immortal Medium somewhere was remarkably effective, or even caught the occasional supernatural rumor, you would not believe it too readily. You would only think it might be feudal superstition spreading from rumor to rumor.
But if one day you saw an Eastern dragon in some river, lake, or stream, believe me, there would be only one thought in your head.
I'm going to cultivate immortality!
That was more or less what it meant. The moment people saw a dragon was the moment myth shone into reality.
As for other monsters, it was difficult for any of them to possess an influence as immense as a dragon's.
From a supernatural perspective, dragons were innately magical creatures. Especially during the middle and later stages of the Mythological Era, dragons themselves were the embodiment of magic power. Their existence caused ripples in the winds of magic around them, and supernatural power was ultimately born from faith and stirred by thought.
Dragon eyes could see Valkyrie and pierce through Banshee's illusion.
"Why didn't I gain an ability?"
That was what puzzled Duncan most right now. After killing the giant