The three-headed and six-armed monster seemed to be a flesh puppet and nothing more, and yet its strength seemed to have reached a terrifying level.
The aura it released made even space tremble.
Apollo's eyes sharpened. He could clearly sense it. This thing had already surpassed the third-order Transcendent realm.
Yet it hadn't fully stepped into the fourth order—the Supreme realm.
Still—it was dangerously close.
Far too close.
Behind him, Lucifer and the others were already on the verge of collapse. Their bodies trembled violently as the altar continued to drain their essence. They were already on the brink of despair and death.
Seraphiel slowly rose, his expression now completely different.
The calm and composed transcendent from before was gone.
In its place, it was pure fanatic devotion.
"This is the Great One's creation," he said, his voice trembling with excitement.
