Elf Lord Kumal's heart hammered in his chest, the wind whipping past him as he propelled himself across the skies with a speed borne of desperation.
He, like every other Deity Realm Existence on the Neutral Continent, had sensed when Jamie had killed the Eight-Headed dragon.
He, like every other deity, had also been blinded by the veil of darkness that descended before Jamie used the Galaxy Sword's Weapon Authority.
He had felt a fraction of the power of the Galaxy Sword. A power that shocked him to the core of his soul.
Kumal was a Superior Stage Low-Tier Deity with a Level of 400, but he instinctively felt all that would be meaningless before whoever wielded that power.
Technically, he wasn't wrong. A Low-Tier Deity's power was meaningless before the Galaxy Sword, even though Jamie currently wasn't capable of beating a Deity level 400 like Kumal.
Then again, he didn't know Jamie had lost his power.
Anyway, that wasn't the point here.
