The dragon's roar, like a deafening bolt of lightning, tore through the deadly silence of the temple.
It was a sound indescribable in words, as if a call from the ancient past, filled with power and majesty.
Fernard felt an extreme pressure, turning his gaze towards Ethan.
Ethan, standing in place and only about one meter eighty in height, appeared imposingly large.
His figure seemed as majestic as a mountain, his wings capable of obscuring the sky when spread.
His eyes twinkled with a piercing cold light, surveying everything in the world.
The dragon's roar contained endless power, capable of awakening the dormant earth and stirring fierce winds and storms.
Under its influence, all things trembled as if paying homage to some mysterious existence.
Fernard's hands trembled uncontrollably, and he quickly looked at his right hand.
