BZZZ!
Sir Alfred dragged the S Rank battle to the astral realm to avoid implicating Lord Zaratul and his comrades, leaving Falaniondor for the non-Sovereigns.
The giant rift in the sky closed, and then silence returned to the Kingdom of Falaniondor.
With the closing of the rift, the domain overlap of 2 powerful S Rank Sovereigns finally disappeared, releasing the city of its chokehold.
Instantly, the sky returned to normal as normal stars reappeared, twinkling under the backdrop of a calm silver moon.
Seated on top his high-back throne at the balcony of Dreadmoor, with both his hands gripping his armrest tightly, Julian's back was filled with sweat as the events of the past 2 seconds replayed in his head over and over again.
'So this is what S Rank combat feels like…'
The battle between the 2 Sovereigns was already dragged to another realm, but Julian couldn't stop shaking and this shaking riled up his Dragon bloodline even more as his body became restlessly active.
