Draven landed back on the flattened peak, but before he could say a word to the young eagle and elf, he felt a strange fluctuation coming from a certain direction and froze in place.
Crackle, crackle!
A gust of hot wind suddenly blew over, one with the strength of an incoming hurricane. A bolt of lightning crashed down with vengeance, as if it planned to scorch the earth black.
In a mere moment, the bright and sunny weather changed. Sudden darkness enveloped the sky. A distant sound of explosion echoed in the air, and it was so strong its vibrations could be felt by Draven.
The King of Agartha turned to look in the direction of its source— the palace.
The sky over the palace was covered in pitch black clouds, making one have the illusion that night had fallen. The threatening lightning and thunder appeared as if they were omens of disaster.
Divine power.
Another divine power was being unleashed in the palace.
