In the sky, the circling Thunder Dragon let out a high-pitched roar.
Gaius's figure slowly descended from the sky. His heavy armor landed on the soft sand with a dull thud.
On the other side, the Mage Herast also landed quietly. He calmly adjusted his Mage Robe.
He had barely participated in the fight. Gaius alone had been enough to suppress the Angel of Death, Sela.
The Golden Giant Dragon Sun had guarded the ferry crossing from the very beginning. Its hundred-meter-long body, like an insurmountable golden city wall, completely cut off all of Graves's escape routes.
Gaius, Herast, and the Golden Dragon Sun.
A triangular cage formed by three Domain Level Powerhouses had locked "Thorns" Graves firmly in its center.
Graves had witnessed the entire process of Sela being ambushed and then suppressed, and his heart sank bit by bit.
From the moment Gaius and Herast appeared, he knew. 'This is a tomb tailor-made for us.'
'Every single step has been meticulously calculated.'
