"All citizens worship together, the great Red Dragon in the sky—"
A sudden heatwave rolled over the land.
Accompanied by the rising sun, high in the sky, a voice suddenly came from afar. It sounded like a prayerful chant, operatic in its solemn grandeur, carrying a certain majestic implication.
Gradually, soldiers turned their gazes toward the northern horizon, involuntarily holding their breaths, sweat trickling down their foreheads.
"Lord Amanata..."
Duke Walter felt somewhat panicked and couldn't help but pray silently in his heart.
Strange, the atmosphere was too peculiar; it didn't resemble the imminent arrival of a brutal evil dragon, but rather as if a deity was about to descend upon the mortal world.
Above the clouds, the warriors from Heaven looked solemn, even the Lord of Silver Heaven slightly furrowed his brow, showing for the first time a ripple of emotion on that perfect, tranquil face.
"Boom—"
