Chapter 815 Ancestral Witch Inheritance

• Above Jaziel's head, nine real dragon apparitions spiraled together, their translucent coils knitting into a single glittering blade that dropped, hilt-first, into his waiting palm.
• A surge of unshakable confidence thundered through his chest. He could feel it drumming in his pulse, roaring in his ears, burning brighter than the sunlight that never reached this dungeon.
• Gideon's fiery Ancestral Witch Form was terrifying—no one denied that—but it was not invincible. Gideon still stood at the apex of Near-Divine Level, one breath short of Divine Level.