Mirabella lightly tapped Reese's head, and the draconic pressure vanished. It wasn't a clash of brute force, but a profound, conceptual override. The pressure, previously enslaved by the Great Celestial's aura, instantly recognized a higher, absolute authority and smoothed out into perfect tranquility.
The Gatekeeper turned his massive, heavily armored head towards the red dragon, who was still hovering steadily in the ash-filled air, a slight frown appearing on his reptilian face. His complex spatial calculations were entirely falling apart.
'No one below the King stage can withstand my bloodline suppression, how come they're still standing?' It thought with a slight frown, his vertical pupils narrowing as he attempted to scan the seemingly fragile human girl sitting atop the beast.
