"Alas, the main body is releasing his strength. I guess we are free to do so." Draconic Draco chuckled, feeling the surge of energy and Originat from the battle between Draco and Romans.
It wasn't just him—the others felt it too, making them smile as they looked at their opponents.
Both Deus and Draconic Draco continued their battle. Explosions and sonic booms resounded through the air.
"I thought you were going to entertain me. This battle isn't getting serious—I'm feeling a bit bored," Draconic Draco said.
Deus looked at him coldly. His eyes began to darken, turning into the night itself. His entire being radiated an aura of pure darkness.
"Night Dharma!"
Deus called out. Suddenly, the sky turned black as night descended upon the battlefield. Ominous thunder crackled, and howling winds swept through the area.
Behind Deus, a dark-armored idol emerged. Its very breath was night itself—a towering, ominous statue wrapped in shadows.
