The crimson Blazing Heaven Flame burned on the Holy Spear entwined with golden patterns, releasing a grand and profound, yet not very friendly, will. Carried by the pale flame, it manifested a majestic figure bearing twelve wings.
"Lord Solophis!"
Faced with the will that was determined to project its descent before him, Noah was very honest, adopting a solemn attitude, respectful in manner, without any flaw in etiquette.
"Noah, this is our second private meeting, though not official."
The descending will of the Blazing Heaven God stared at the ancestral Golden Dragon, majestic as mountain ranges stretching endlessly, for a while before it spoke, its voice indifferent, devoid of any excess emotion, neither joy nor anger could be discerned.
However, Noah could sense the intent of questioning since the manner of this descent was anything but friendly.
"Indeed."
