Mysterious Sister, Eternal Glory

Braydon Neal needed no reason to end its life.

Dark clouds gathered, and thunder echoed through the air.

A force akin to a lightning pillar crashed down.

Raising his left hand, Braydon caught the descending lightning pillar on his palm, holding a thousand-meter-long bolt that made him appear god-like.

Just as Braydon prepared to unleash his lethal move, a distant roar shattered the silence.

Another lion?

This one carried the pressure of a ninth-level fierce beast.

Seemingly, the silver-maned lion had a powerful family and expert backing.

"Why do you hunt spirit beasts?" A distant, ethereal voice questioned gently. "As a noble descendant of a god, why do you engage in this? 

"Gods govern the mortal world; all living beings are equal. Transcending the mortal realm, all living beings worship the gods!"

A girl in a white dress, veiled with eyes like autumn water, walked barefoot in the sky.