The giant serpent winding through the clouds, its vast body coiling in the air, confronts the silhouette towering atop the clouds like an ancient god, holding in its hand a spear forged from golden thunder, exuding an aura of awe.
The sky, originally calm and serene, began to deepen with the collision of these two mighty presences. Thick leaden clouds rolled, and flashing thunder illuminated the gaps between the clouds in an instant.
The intangible pressure made the air unusually heavy, but on the cloud island away from the battlefield, the cloud giants, who dared not move previously, became lively.
"Your Highness, is that your foster father?"
Noah glanced sideways at the cloud giant who had just called him Little Golden Dragon, whose face was filled with flattery and ingratiating, sidling up to him and inquiring in a submissive tone.
"Is there a problem?"
