The vast, endless expanse of stars and swirling galaxies trembled as the tripartite halo of gold, silver, and deep abyssal purple rotated slowly behind Shen Haoran's shoulders.
The mental realm, which the ancient silver entity had claimed as its host's territory, was now weeping cracks of fractured reality.
The ambient stellar winds, once dancing to the rhythm of the dragon's respiration, had completely stilled, choked out by an overwhelming, despotic spiritual gravity that made the cosmic dust fall like lead.
"You... Just who are you?"
The dragon stared at Haoran.
The booming, tectonic arrogance that had once shaken clusters of stars was gone, and in its place was a hoarse, vibrating tremor of disbelief.
The massive silver beast's golden pupils, each as colossal as an entire galaxy, contracted violently as it gazed upon the tiny silhouette.
