The piccolo… why did it smell… off?
The space around Timothy began to ripple and distort, as if trying to stop him in his tracks.
Even the ancient artifact hidden deep within seemed to tremble in fear.
But step by step, Timothy pressed forward, and nothing could stand in his way.
Boom!
With the appearance of a colossal golden Sacred Form hovering in the air, everything in Timothy's path was crushed to dust.
His figure, bathed in golden light, for a moment, seemed like a god descending to earth, striking fear into the hearts of all who witnessed it.
"Just how powerful is he? He must be second only to the Holy Emperor by now!"
"No wonder even the Goddess treats Timothy differently. I heard his bone age hasn't even reached a hundred years yet. Is this level of power even humanly possible?"
Everyone who saw the scene before them was left in stunned silence, their hearts trembling with awe.