Everything was over as the immensely evil and dark aura spread—its oppressive force extinguishing all the light and turning the sky into a seamlessly endless sea of crimson-red fire.
The gate of light collapsed into itself like a crushed tin can by the unstoppable forces of darkness.
The regenerating Vesuvius could only feel awe as the monumental cloud of darkness and fire morphed into a draconic form and solidified, forming shiny red scales with golden trim. The seven heads growled, each crowned by crowns of shadows, the golden and red gems shining like stars, their radiance ignoring the darkness surrounding the dragon.
Fourteen red eyes scanned the battlefield, each head looking in a different direction. The battle stopped, no one even daring to move.
'This aura... how large would their stats have to be to make it feel like this?'
