Yet by instinct, it could feel the gradually rising, ferocious aura on Byron's body, somewhat similar to its own.
Its feet stomped on the sea surface on reflex, Blaze detonating the water vapor and sending it retreating a full nautical mile as if riding clouds and mist.
Byron didn't rush to give chase.
Using the newly glimpsed knowledge as a thread, he quietly altered his breathing; winds and clouds gathered over his head, and his eyes grew ever brighter.
He had once watched from close range the Battle between the three Demigods: [Mother of Monsters], [Slumbering God], and [Capricious Joker].
Every move, every strike was Authorities of Dao and Principle colliding head-on.
Using one's own "Principle" to blast apart the opponent's "Principle" directly—whoever wins is the one with the better reason: simple, direct, stripped of ornament.
But Byron thought about it and realized he was not an Old Gods, and not crazy in the least.
