Pyris was silent for what seemed like an eternity, his mind churning. He knew exactly who Mira was referring to. Everyone did. The gods. Feared by all, revered by millions, worshipped by the masses, and yet, challenged by no one. These were the beings who ruled over the cosmos, wielding unfathomable power. He had tasted their power first hand. But among them, Pyris knew there were certain groups that even they feared.
The first on that list? Lust Dragons.
Even Pyris didn't fully understand why the gods feared his kind so much. But the second? That, he did know. Phantoms.
Phantoms weren't just feared for their ability to erase anything—even gods—from existence. Their power ran deeper than that.
They could unravel the very fabric of reality, warp the threads of destiny, and erase entire epochs from the annals of time. But, there was a catch. Even these terrifying beings had chains around their necks—cosmic laws that bound them, laws governed by the gods themselves.
