Reign soared through the sky like a beam of light. It was almost on par with his previous speed, though it lacks the dominating and destructive power.
As he raced through the heavens, the landscape below him blurred into streaks of color.
He could feel the wind whip past him, but it barely registered.
His connection to the divine had strengthened to a point where it seemed like nothing could match his power in heaven.
This place was now his home, his playing field. It felt almost ironic, considering that he had once been the furthest person from anything holy.
The word "divine" and "Reign" didn't seem like they should go together, but somehow, he had made it work.
'Am I already the strongest?'
He allowed the question to linger, turning it over in his head.
He had essentially solved the paradox—the age-old question of what would happen if the strongest spear hit the hardest shield.
