117 Festering Threat

Artemisia reached out to grab the crown atop Sinclair's head; his symbol of authority as the Spirit King as he found himself unable to even move his body.

Right before she touched it, another hand grabbed hers as a voice laced with rage rang out.

"You ignore this world for centuries and then randomly pop up whenever you feel like just to change things how you feel like?!"

Artemisia turned her golden eyes in the direction of the person who grabbed her hand, gaze meeting the vertical slit golden eyes of the dragon lord that had flames of hatred burning within them.

{Did you notice? All three of us here have golden eyes.}

The goddess asked a question that was totally unrelated to the current situation, causing the dragon's rage to go over the limit as she pushed Artemisia's hand to the side and swung her fist to the goddess' face.

**BAMMM!!!!

A loud noise rang out with shockwaves spreading for hundreds of meters, even knocking Sinclair''s body to the ground.