After the entire mountain crumbled to ash, the vast airspace of the Leviathan's Soul world was drowned in grey clouds that seemed to linger endlessly.
Northern had risen above it. The evil dragon had as well. Now, both glared at each other in silence.
The altar of flames that danced above Northern's head darkened and slowly shifted to a purple-dark flame.
The rest of his body also became somewhat dark. Northern extended the liquid gold that curled around his body, commanding it to emerge and form a great spear in his hands.
As he grasped the spear, smoke billowed from his palm as it was seared by the immense heat of the golden weapon.
Instead of caring for the pain, Northern fixed the Evil Dragon with an intense stare.
Then the shadows around him veiled the sky—at least a large portion of it. The sky was too vast and tyrannical to be covered by a mere talent such as Northern's. However, Eclipsing Dread was not a mere talent.
