"What trick is this, tiny mortal? You dare steal cosmic matter in my presence?"
Saying that, the Black Dragon moved its colossal wings to scatter the radiant vortex into nothingness. The massive wings closed in on Neo like two cosmic blades, making the intended execution look entirely too easy.
But just as they were about to touch the swirling vortex, two colossal arms made of radiant white energy instantly manifested and held them perfectly in place.
The Black Dragon could not move.
"What? How are you doing this, little human?" it roared in shock.
Neo's domineering voice echoed through the void. "Do you know someone by the name of Eragon? He told me I should never be softhearted while acting as an Emperor. Now, I understand exactly why he said that."
The Black Dragon's abyssal pupils constricted with harrowing fear. It started trembling so violently that the nearby spatial fabric began to rupture and heal just as fast.
