"Under the Demi-god, I am invincible."
The words hung in the suffocating air of the Slag Heap, carrying an absolute, unshakeable certainty.
The Platinum Prince paused, floating just inches above the blood-soaked ridge.
The 9th-Order Demi-god looked down at the human boy.
He saw the cross-shaped pupils, one a void of abyssal black, the other a burning sun of dragon gold and the absolute lack of hesitation in them.
For the first time in five thousand years, the corner of the Platinum Prince's flawless lips curled upward into a genuine, albeit faint, smile.
"Very well, human," the Prince's voice tolled like a silver bell, cutting through the apocalyptic roars rising from the chasm.
"I'll choose to believe in you, Keep my city intact. and I will open the gates to the outside world myself."
With a casual flick of his wrist, the Prince shot upward.
Bypassing the concept of distance, arriving instantly at the apex of the bleeding sky.
*THOOOOOM.*
