Odin moved.
Gungnir, the long spear entwined with the patterns of Fate, became a pitch-black meteor, streaking across the sky with the law of inevitable impact wrapped around it. The instant the spearhead left his hand, the iron law of causality had already branded the outcome of "Kukulkan being pierced through" onto the scroll of time.
Kukulkan let out an earth-shaking roar. The scales across its body opened and closed frantically as it desperately squeezed every last bit of strength from its flesh. It tried to resist this fated meteor.
Spirit Word: Domain of Dustless Space!
A violent Wind Wall condensed around its body, layer upon layer of blade-like currents seeming to take solid form.
Gungnir ignored the howling wind. Like a hot knife cutting through butter, it effortlessly tore through the spinning Barrier, pierced the hard dragon scales, and ran through the heart that had beaten for thousands of years.
The enormous Feathered Serpent was brutally nailed to the stone wall at the top of the pyramid by the irresistible force contained within the spear. The wound was charred black, as though it had been scorched by heavenly lightning.
Scalding Dragon Blood gushed out, flooding the ancient stone carvings on the altar that depicted the war between the Black and White Kings, dyeing that mottled epic a shocking crimson.
It was like a grand Sacrifice, and the offering was the noble Second Generation Dragon, Kukulkan, the "Feathered Serpent God"!
After throwing that spear that pierced through Fate, Odin's movements froze. He sat quietly atop Sleipnir, like a bronze statue cast in place, even the folds of his cloak stiffening in the rain.
The light in that molten-gold eye dimmed slightly, while a look of struggle churned in its depths.
Spirit Word: Senluo.
As a top-tier Second Generation Dragon of