As a Saint wielding higher-dimensional power, it was child's play for Saint Drakos to break through Golden Booster's Temporal Zone.
The radiant dome that twisted time itself, an ability of mythic rank, began to tremble the moment Drakos arrived—reality fracturing under his presence like glass under pressure. With a mere glance and a wave of his hand, the Zone shattered into countless motes of warped light.
The moment Drakos emerged from the dimensional tear, Golden Booster's body moved on instinct—he backstepped, increasing the distance between them. Every cell in his body screamed danger. Even injured, the man who appeared radiated a pressure so overwhelming, Booster knew he wouldn't survive if he made a single wrong move.
Drakos didn't even spare him a glance.
Sarpa, recognizing the figure instantly, stumbled toward him, his voice laced with concern and relief.
"My lord, are you alright? What happened to Snake Demon?"
