However, to make the history echoing type Dungeon align with the true history, all inconsistencies would be modified until they conformed with reality.
Just like now...
Old White's sword blade shook off countless specks of stardust, a terrifying impact spreading through his hand.
The power of the Death Chosen One was really strong, so much so that among the god-chosen ones participating in today's battle, it was definitely an extraordinary one.
But...
I am stronger!
Old White had such confidence, and indeed, it was so.
Especially since the sword had returned to his hands...
Old White's mouth corners unconsciously curled into a smile as he looked at his opponent, the Death Chosen One, a subtle smile appearing on his face.
Dealing with a Death Chosen One like this was indeed much easier than a Life Chosen One.
Grasping the sword in his hand once again, he could clearly feel the familiar power suffusing the blade, the vigor he once possessed during his youth.
