Chapter 65: Realm Guardian I

Damien frowned but did not say anything. He knew that Flint was supposed to be far stronger than this. But then again, when they met, Flint was already a god, and it was years into the future.

The guy was still 18 years old now, and a newbie at best, when it came to godhood and the likes. Plus, he had yet to fuse with his inner consciousness.

"Alright." Damien said, then looked up. Flint also followed his gaze, and up, they saw a black cacoon suspended upside down.

Flint did not think much about Damien's doubt, and just brushed it off as his high expectations. But he definitely did think much about what he was looking at right now.

'Is that... a cocoon?' He thought, for the cocoon seemed to be made up of thick membrane and flesh, and at most parts, was scaly. It's black color only making it seem more... repulsive?

He thought, not being able to clearly pin his thoughts on what he was looking at.