Golden celestial

The ten Celestials arrived, consisting of four women and six men, each one had six wings on their backs, ranging in different color variations.

Their faces were all covered with golden helmets; the only way Silva was able to tell the difference was by their armors.

The leader of the group stayed at the front, in his hand was the same spear that hit the crawler. He pointed his spear at Silva and spoke.

"Dark dragon, you have caused enough destruction..."

"Hey, shut up." Silva cut him short, "I'm not here for talks. Tell the Golden Celestial—or whatever you guys call him, to come before I take this entire image to the ground."

"By the way, that's a very stupid name for the leader of one of the strongest races on Argon. I'm getting the feeling that you guys aren't that smart," Silva said.

His words enraged the leader of the champions. The leader attacked with his spear, going for a stab, but Silva didn't even try to dodge.