Ultimately, He had timed this perfectly, seizing the opportunity that arose after the nine Ancient Gods fought to their limit. The Seven-Colored Dragonfly could no longer maintain its Illusory Bubble.
Now, without the protection of the Seven-Colored Dragonfly's Authority Power, any of the Clan Titans who had not yet managed to escape into the spatial turbulence would undoubtedly become Lince's prey.
Picking off the weak.
And Lince certainly enjoyed the prospect.
However, at a time like this, Lince no longer intended to hold back.
'Isn't this the perfect time for the grand finale?'
Therefore, at the very moment when dozens of other Authority Level beings had yet to dive into the Subspace storm, Lince finally began to unleash all the power he could muster from his Authority of the Fiery Sun.
"Alright then!"
"Let's begin now!"
"It's time to bet it all!"
