"Don't hold back, Agares, hurry up, she's already furious! How's that chaos coming along?!"
"..."
Barbatos's body suddenly soared high, the power of the Eighteenth Rank erupted without reservation, and the skin on his forehead began to crack bit by bit, quickly revealing a strange vertical pupil.
"Swish swish swish!"
"It's been a long time since we fought with such all-out force, hasn't it? Well, let's show those at the bottom of the living creatures above what a war between 'myths' really is."
The storm arrows shooting out from the countless peacock feathers behind him ignited a deafening roar within the Dynasty, like a sky collapsing and ground shaking, sweeping up all the magma and stones within the Performance Gate, as if incarnating wind shaped like a blade.
