"One... two... three..."
Rhazor's face had turned completely pale.
Behind Timothy, there were six wings!
The Seraphic Six-Wing Mantle—a terrifying power that even Holy Emperor Featherwind could never hope to achieve.
And Rhazor could clearly feel it: those wings weren't just for show. The aura they emitted carried an overwhelming sense of authority, as if it held an innate dominance over everyone in the Skyfeather Sanctuary, shaking them to their core.
This kind of oppressive force was something even ordinary Holy Emperor-level beings couldn't produce.
For the Skyfeather Sanctuary, the Seraphic Six-Wing Mantle was their ultimate nemesis!
They had heard rumors that Timothy had destroyed Cloudspire Fortress, but no one believed it. No one wanted to believe it.
But now, they realized how wrong they had been.