Eira could not believe what she had just watched happen, and the fact that Phei had somehow managed to drag genuine disbelief out of her again irritated her more than she wanted to admit—
After everything Eira had witnessed since waking up, and especially after seeing what the Primordial Frozen Zone had forged him into, she had already accepted that the Phei returning from that year of slaughter and tempering would become increasingly difficult to measure against anything sensible.
Even so, there should have been a limit.
There should have been some point where— a seventeen-year-old Dragon entering another man's Soul Realm, crushing an Original Progenitor inside his own inner world, branding his Soul, stealing an ocean of World Essence vast enough to drown nations, forming an Essence Sea of his own, receiving the blessing of the Primordial Lotus and awakening an entirely new Angelic Bloodline— became too much for one night.
Phei had apparently disagreed.
