Chapter 1219 Give your father some time.  

Give your father some time.

The man closed his eyes, wanting to get answers to his questions, but suddenly, he opened his eyes and a solemn look appeared on his face.

The woman who stood behind him had a similar expression on her face,

"Get ready."

The woman spoke.

The man nodded, he sensed his allies already appearing outside his little hut. The woman glanced at him before leaving the hut, wanting to address the situation,

"Saphira, I can see you are aging."

Suddenly, a dwarf laughed out loud as he glanced at the woman who walked out.

The woman, or Saphira, glared at the Dwarf as her golden eyes shined,

"Living for too long indeed harms one's brain huh...

To think you would wish for death the moment you meet me."

She commented.

Now that she was finally out of the dark hut, her features were much clearer than before, she was 182 cm tall, with red-colored scales all over her arms and face, 2 red horns on her head, and red hair.

She was one of two Dragon Progenitors, Saphira Origin.

The Dwarf in front of her was Thargreak Origin, one of the 6 Dwarves Progenitor.

"Where are the others?" Saphira questioned.

"They should be here any moment now."

A Beastmen Progenitor replied.

"Caesar and Faustina said they won't be coming, they are still with that child."

An Elven woman spoke.

"I cannot believe a human caused this..."

The one eyed demon Progenitor commented as he glanced at the Golden light shining in the Sky.

"It is surprising indeed." The Dwarf nodded.

"And it has attracted unnecessary attention."

Saphira commented with a solemn look on her face.

"It was bound to happen."

Another Demon Progenitor commented. "What I do not understand is why is Yrniel showing such a reaction, it should know that it would attract attention if it does."

Another being questioned.

"Is that not obvious? Yrniel is scared." Saphina replied.

"Of a Human who is barely a Semi Saint?"

"It is scared of the unknown."

"It is foolish to try and attract the enemy's attention just because you are scared. What do you think would happen? The enemy would come to help? Yrniel could have privately informed us about what it was so scared of."

The man snorted.

"You know it doesn't have enough energy for that,"

Saphira replied.

"Yo-"

She wanted to continue but then,

"Tsk, why are you acting like a little bitch, huh?

Are you that scared of fighting them?" Suddenly, Seraphina's partner, the Male Dragon, Dagahra Origin walked out of the hut with a big smile on his face.

"I just do not wish to tire myself out." The man replied with a lazy look on his face.

After all, he knew he can not lose no matter how strong the enemy was, the battle would only drag on for countless centuries and he would only be tiring himself out. It was a pointless effort, the enemy, however, just cannot seem to understand.

While he was thinking all of this and dreading the long battle, Thargreak the Dwarf frowned as he noticed something others did not,

"Why the hell do you look so happy?" He questioned as he glanced at Dagahra.

Saphira, who had noticed the same had the same question in her head as well, and seeing that they all finally noticed, Dagahra's smile widened, "I brought good news."

"Good news...?" The Progenitors frowned in confusion.

"What good news?" Saphira questioned.

"We won't be fighting this battle."

Dagahra revealed.

"What...?" The Demon who was complaining

earlier seemed taken aback.

"What are you..."

Thargreak wanted to question, but suddenly, he thought of another possibility and his expression changed.

It wasn't just him, Saphira and all other more perspective Progenitors understood what Dagahra was trying to get at, and were all seemed shocked,

"Is he awake...?"

Unable to contain herself, Saphira questioned.

Dagahra's smile widened however, before he could answer, BOOOOOM

The Golden Sky had suddenly turned Red, as a horrifying pressure descended throughout Yrniel, of course, the pressure didn't even budge the Progenitors, the netizens of Yrniel, however, weren't the same.

From the Mortal to a Divines, Complete or Not, unable to take the horrifying pressure, everyone passed out.

The so-called world leaders, the people from the Ancestral Order or the Black Order, all of them lost their consciousness as the pressure descended.

Even Vyriana was lying on the floor, unconscious.

It was as if the entire Yrniel had come to a stop.

Nux, his wives, Vyriana, everyone around him were unconscious, there were only three exceptions, the two Human Progenitors and... Aeliana.

"Father..."

Aeliana's expression changed.

She could sense this energy.

"He is awake..."

Faustina commented, further confirming Aeliana's thoughts.

The two human Progenitors looked at the girl in front of them, the girl who was on the verge of crying,

"I would suggest you to wait."

Suddenly, Faustina spoke up as she looked into Aeliana's eyes.

Aeliana turned towards her and Faustina started to explain,

"That man woke up just so he could drive those people away, the only reason he released his Aura was to intimidate those people, he is not yet willing to meet anyone.

Not even you."

"..."

Aeliana turned silent as she clenched her fists in frustration.

"Do not blame yourself, child, give your father some time.

He has sacrificed too many things, do not expect him to have a stable mind."

Suddenly, Caesar spoke as he gently caressed Aeliana's head.

Aeliana closed her eyes, calming her emotions.

On the other hand, the Golden Sky, which had suddenly turned Red, returned back to its normal blue and clear state, the dense clouds were nowhere to be seen and the horrifying pressure decreased like it was never there in the first place.

"He went to sleep again..."

Faustina realized.

"..."

Aeliana didn't show any reaction.

The other Progenitors, on the other hand, seemed relieved,

The Battle was over before it even started.

With that man spreading his Aura all over the place, the warning was issued, and no enemy was insane enough to ignore that monster's warning.

Yrniel's Peace was extended for another few thousand years.