Snow Dream looked utterly shocked. She, as the Saintess, was naturally attuned to Holy Light Dragons, and it was precisely this connection that allowed her to form a pact with Hera, the Silver Dragon.
In just a few seconds, Hera's loyalty dropped dramatically from 70 points to a dangerously low 40 points, indicating that it could abandon her at any moment.
"Are you testing my patience?"
Orson's voice, muffled through his skull mask, sounded like the whispers of a death god from the underworld.
"Down!"
With a single wave of Orson's arm, Snow Dream's face turned pale with terror, and Hera, the Saint Lord Silver Dragon, let out a fearful roar, losing its ability to fly.
Sky Sovereign!
Only creatures of the King tier could coexist in the same airspace as Crimson Lizard King!
"Who is this? To think they could suppress an 80-level Saint Lord Silver Dragon with just a gesture!"
