Leonidas's tone was dripping with contempt, his gaze imperious as he looked down upon them.
Before Gotaition and Yalennu could even formulate a response, Leonidas's draconic soul phantom split into two distinct, divine dragons. Each clamped its jaws around one of the blazing arrows and lunged back at the enemy demigods in erratic, untraceable arcs.
"Return to sender! Choke on them!"
The next moment, arrow clashed against arrow, and arrow collided with sword.
A violent shockwave swept outward, kicking up a towering tsunami hundreds of feet high. Fortunately, they were in the deep ocean; no matter how massive the tidal wave, from high above, it looked like nothing more than a ripple in a puddle.
When the clash ended and the roaring winds died down, only a single draconic phantom remained suspended over the battlefield.
Its aura was peerless, radiating an absolute dominance over the world below.
"The battle is over for now!" Leonidas declared.
