The training could wait twenty minutes; this had been Phei's quiet, ironclad conclusion as he stood at the lip of the cathedral hollow's stone amphitheatre.
Above him the endless forest arched in patient green indifference but acknowledging a seventeen-year-old Cosmic Dragon who had enslaved an Original Progenitor, reduced a Heavenchild prince to public and undignified urination, and shattered his First Power-Level Rank without mercy.
By every metric the System cared to measure, he was performing admirably and he was seventeen hours overdue for something among a few only things that could settle the restless, possessive fire now burning low and hot in his veins.
