Amon tried to expand his Spirit Word domain, wanting to test where its limits lay.
The invisible domain rapidly expanded, soon covering nearly half the city.
In an instant, Amon felt the red threads on his body surge in number, dense and countless. Many of them stretched in the same direction, converging within the Second Ring Road.
Was that where the Hybrid families gathered?
But that was not where his attention lay. Though the densely packed red threads were astonishing, and many belonged to noble-blooded A-Class Hybrids, there was an even more "weighty" presence among them.
The Spirit Word "Bloodline Web" connected more than just bloodlines. It also superficially involved causality and Fate, which was why Hybrids were more likely to gather together and encounter their own kind. Their bloodlines bound their fates together.
In Amon's vision, one particular red thread stood out. It was an immensely deep crimson, and its weight on the scales of Fate outweighed all the other red threads combined. It stretched into the distance before finally disappearing into a gray, hazy domain that seemed not to belong to this world, connecting to a creature as massive as a mountain.
Countless red threads coiled around that being, converging into the shape of a colossal dragon.
Fenrir, the other Twin upon the throne of the King of Earth and Mountains—Jormungandr's true elder brother!
Perhaps the timing was simply perfect. The Nibelungen had happened to open, allowing Amon to catch a glimpse of this Monarch. That endless majesty pierced through space via their bloodline connection and pressed down upon Amon, nearly making the Dragon Blood in his body boil.
This was not a counterattack launched because Fenrir had noticed the spying. It was the natural resonance of bloodlines upon sensing a Dragon King.
Ordinary Hybrids could not face