Luka stared at the terrifying god realm demon in front of him. To the demon he seemed as weak as an ant, the demon could easily crush him with just a breath, but luka wasn't afraid. He stared at the demon intently. His eyes were cold and calculating, at a glance he could tell the difference in strength between him and the demon, after all the demon towered over him like a mountain.
The mountainous pressure pressed down on him silently. He felt moving a single step was as difficult as ascending the heavens, but… you killed my parents! He gritted his teeth fiercely. The sword which was clutched tightly in his hand emitted a faint glow as he charged his mana into it.
Even though he was just a weak mortal, he had decided today that… he would kill a god!
…
The elders stared at the cold, calculating queen and trembled in fear, after all they knew how terrifying their queen truly was.
Kathryn asked coldly, "how long till the calamity fully descends?"
