"What reaction does my father have? You're just overinterpreting."
Ophelia no longer argued with the Golden Dragon, but instead looked into the distance. The chaotic hues of darkness mixed with the ultimate crimson of flames painted most of the sky, as if about to be pierced and fall, unleashing a terrifying impact capable of obliterating everything over thousands of miles.
"For my father, suppressing that undead whose soul is filled with sin and reclaiming the soul of the divine great angel is the most important thing."
"You're right."
Noah also didn't argue with the angel over such trivial matters; now was not the time for flirting.
The Golden Dragon looked hundreds of miles away, where flames and chaos engulfed the sky and the earth, blending them into one. Despite the considerable distance, the commotion still sent shivers down one's spine.
