Yeon-woo’s eyes darkened. Uranus' eyes flashed coldly at him, saying, “My youngest son doesn’t know anything related to Pneuma’s Sky yet. But you already know it? You’re just wearing the skin of my youngest son. You aren’t him, so who are you?”

‘Yet?’ Yeon-woo didn’t understand what Uranus meant by that, but he pretended not to know anything. He simply said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Father, I just…”

“You! Pneuma's Sky is something I tell my son in the future!”

Dududu! The world quaked with Uranus’ booming voice, as if on the verge of collapse. Even the expanding “night” momentarily paused. 

[The domain of fight reacts to the intense stimulus!]

[The domain is canceled because it has no relation to this legend.]

Yeon-woo saw why Uranus was called the Father of the Heavens. Uranus had been the only being powerful enough to strike against Mother Earth before falling to Gaia’s Curse. His aura made Yeon-woo’s skin prickle, truly fitting of the founder Olympus. 

Even so, Yeon-woo didn’t miss the other emotions that wavered under Uranus’ angry gaze. It was clear he was concerned that something had happened to his youngest son....