Under the curious gaze of eight legendary Titans, a seemingly ordinary Titan appeared before them, gazing at them warmly with appreciation and affirmation.
"Tsk, this aura of yours... not bad, it seems you have achieved your goal."
Dragon mother Atreus looked at Muria, her eyebrows raised, a reckless, somewhat flamboyant brilliant smile spreading across her face.
There's a saying, isn't it, that the mother is honored by the son, and now Muria's power, in her eyes, was deep as the Seabed Trench. She could no longer see the depths of her son, only knowing that he was strong, but not knowing exactly how strong, akin to those ancient relics of the Titan Tribe.
As a mother, it was initially disheartening to be so easily surpassed by her son. But from another perspective, such a powerful existence was her son!
With such a strong son, although she was a deity, with his level of power, transcending beyond the world was only a matter of time, and then who would dare to provoke her.