Boom...
After the silver snakes in the sky, sparkling with lightning, bombarded the rising City of Gold once and again, the deafening thunderclaps belatedly followed suit.
In the heavens, Dorothy spread her wings and hovered, the rampaging, howling wind guarding her, its whistling carrying a sharp, piercing cry.
Above her head loomed the overcast clouds, spiraling like typhoons, akin to the regal canopy of a monarch, within which the flashes and rumbles of lightning bore a terrifying majesty capable of suppressing all creation.
"Tch, ineffective, huh?"
Dorothy, looking down at the City of Gold, which looked even more splendid under the illumination of the lightning, couldn't help but shake her head in slight regret.
The conductivity of gold was somewhat excellent, the potency of the recent thunderstrike having been distributed by the Golden Country and led into the ground instead; her probing attack had been in vain.
However...
"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"
