"I don't think it's enough either, little one, keep going." A joyful voice echoed in Muria's ears, soothing the impact of the previous sound, "This is my empire, he can't reach his hand here!"
This was a power that Muria found familiar, carrying the supreme authority of deities and epics, yet it also felt incredibly close and friendly to her.
Without having to guess, Muria knew who this voice belonged to – the founding emperor of the Uranos Empire, the alleged hybrid Epic Titan, Oswald Criss.
"Ancestor!" The seventh princess, Gladys, who was stuck in a dilemma, suddenly lifted her head, looking up at the top of Muria's head. She could see a palm slowly descending but, at this moment, another palm enveloped by golden thunder extended, blocking the palm writhed in Blazing Sky Fire. Her perception of this was much stronger than Muria's.