A dark cloud carried a figure slowly down from the sky!
It suddenly felt something difficult to describe-a profound darkness.
But a moment later, it brushed that ominous feeling aside. Even if the person below was powerful, so what?
It was a god!
Before a god's unfathomable power, as deep as an abyssal sea, mortal powerhouses were mere ants. Even so, it immediately spread its domain.
At once, the sky darkened despite the midday hour. Countless figures could be dimly seen drifting within the dark cloud.
Romon looked up at the sky and sneered. He stretched both arms heavenward, and a domain emerged around him as well.
Slightly startled, it stared at Romon, furious. "A domain? Even if you have mastered a domain, how dare you enter my realm and kill my descendants? Do you understand the consequences?"
"The consequences?" Romon gave a cold laugh, then suddenly let out a long cry. As his cry rang out, an enormous Magic Formation sprang into view in the nearby forest, merging with the midday sunlight.
It was badly startled. Blazing sunlight pierced its vast dark cloud, and some of the figures that failed to dodge in time screamed.
It roared in fury. Its expanding domain immediately shrank considerably. Almost simultaneously, it sensed mysterious runes emerging all around, making it feel as though something invisible had pinned it in place.
Romon smiled. "Your esteemed Highness, you have occupied the altar for far too long. It is time you accepted my challenge. Of course, given the fundamental difference between us, you can still disengage despite all these restraints. But how long can you keep evading me? The altar made you what you are, but it also confines you. Can you wage a guerrilla war against me?"
It had never heard the term "guerrilla war"