The Grand Basilica

Godric sat on his throne, his expression dark to the extreme.

The moment he thought back to Skylar’s casual strike—that overwhelming power that crushed everything in its path—it came rushing back like a nightmare. His entire body tensed.

He had lived for ten thousand years. He had ruled the Celestial Palace for millennia, moving unchecked across the Fourteenth Firmament.

And yet—he had never encountered anything that terrifying.

And Skylar… had looked so young.

“Skylar… the Demon Dragon Lineage…”