As Aegis's words fell, he hesitated no longer, his palm-knife swooping down like a sharp blade towards Owen's neck.
"Hm?"
The enormous eyes showed a hint of confusion.
"Why so disobedient?"
The eyes at the temple's entrance vanished, replaced by a dragon's mouth that puckered and exhaled a breath.
A powerful gust surged from its mouth, transforming into a wind that targeted Aegis.
Owen, feeling the breeze, had his pupils contract sharply.
He watched in horror as Aegis's flesh was torn away by the wind, leaving nothing but a skeleton still in the motion of a palm-knife strike.
Owen gulped, astounded, "So powerful, a mere breath killed a diamond-tier fighter?"
The sound of Sonic Dart clattering to the ground from Oliver's grasp echoed loudly, snapping him back to reality.
Oliver immediately knelt on the ground, bowing towards the outside,
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!