"Ho..."
Anon opened his eyes. That pair of golden suns, encompassed by rings of dark fire, and split by vertical, deathly pupils...
These eyes were even more frightening than before.
Under the weight of an Empyrean's gaze, and of a creature that achieved pseudo-Supreme mastery, this was a gaze that caused the space within its peripheral vision to suffer under the barrage of slashes and cuts.
He perceived Empyrean Eclipse's shock, but he perceived more than just that.
If before, there was a strange power that obscured his senses, under his blade soul, this previously imperceptible power was instantly cleaved.
Anon shifted his gaze toward the earth above and in the direction of a spiritual city.
Insignificant...
At this point, Anon was close, too close.
Soon, he would be leaving this world, so such a spiritual city was now insignificant to him. They did not desire a mad ancestor, so the strongest Empyrean would not pay them any heed.
Indeed, the strongest.
