Dean's jaw dropped slowly as he realized the kind of powerful Dread that he was fighting at that moment.
It wasn't any Dread of the 5th generation, which he fought in the upper and lower levels at times. Not even a Dread of the 4th or 3rd, but the 2nd.
That dragon probably had centuries of life. It was powerful enough to wipe out entire refuges in just some seconds. Just its energy was sufficient to stop an army of Ascendants and make them kneel before its presence.
'This deep and dense energy, that seems to be traveling at the speed of light and filling all this room, overwhelming every single millimeter of my being... This amount of "Chaos" seems enough to break the entire world apart...' Dean's eyes were moist and tears were running down his face. He wasn't intentionally crying, though. He wasn't desperate or sad, his face was expressionless, but his body was reacting to that situation in all sorts of ways.
