The moment the battle kicked off, the world of the Morpharcs began to pay the price.
BOOOM!!!!
BOOOOM!!!!
BOOOM!!!!!
The sky split open from the raw power as the eleven siblings descended on Drake like a storm of divine judgment.
However, even with them all surging at once... Drake started strong.
With his Decree active, reality around him became a literal weapon and he used it without holding back one bit.
Even so, there was something Drake had long lost sight of... or rather never cared for it.
And that was the Race between the siblings... Which meant, he'd never kept tabs on them truly through the eight millennia and though he always knew their powers.
He couldn't possibly know what kind of monsters they'd truly grown to be.
|Decree of Final Stands (Divine)|
Rita moved through the skies making a beeline for Drake. The moment her Divine Decree actiated, an illusory pure black star appeared overhead.
