"This is impossible!"
Farina exclaimed as she looked at the sky.
Not even when she decided to flee did the witch lose her composure like this.
The others also stared blankly at the Dragon Claw that extended towards the sky.
The purple-gold Dragon Scale, each piece intricately adorned with gold patterns, emanated divine light as if they were masterpieces crafted by a Divine Artisan.
No, the artistry of human intelligence cannot touch even a fraction of divinity.
Time resumed its normal pace, and everyone saw that the Dragon Claw that tore through space was merely a forearm. After shattering the space-time where the Crimson Demon was with one strike, it retracted to the dimensional exit, beginning to tear the sky further.
"What kind of dragon is that?" Mort asked, looking up.
"Impossible, impossible..."
Farina looked at Zoe, the flames flickering in her eyes full of disbelief.
