"Heavy Primordial Nucleus,"
"Fission Chain," Pafila whispered these phrases that no one but David, a transmigrator, could comprehend.
Watching this scene he had personally facilitated unfold, David felt as if he were a solitary dragon, raising his mother's Divine Realm from the material plane and hoisting it with immense power straight to the heavens, his soul swelling with pride and praise:
"Magnificent! Pafila!!!"
"CLEAVE!!!!!!"
Pafila's faint sigh in the wind fell upon the ears of the gods, yet it resounded like deafening thunder.
There were no doctrines.
There were no declarations.
With the faith of a single dragon, with a single Mana Energy Chain Cleave, she proved her godhood.
The grand and crimson god-slaying sword penetrated the barriers of four dimensions, bisecting the Divine Realm of the War God.
