At that moment, the ice dragon finally was able to see Rain and one could clearly see the rage and the bloodlust being emanated. Seadrei was right… the more Rain kills the dragons, the more they will come to hate him.
A deep, thunderous roar resonated through the area, sending shivers down the spines of the group. The sound seemed to pierce through the very air itself, carrying with it an overwhelming sense of power and foreboding. As the echoing roar reverberated across the land and sea.
The group exchanged nervous glances, unable to ignore the sensation that accompanied the dragon's roar. It was an eerie mixture of urgency and desperation, a cry that seemed to resonate with a hint of distress. The question hung heavily in the air: Could dragons, creatures of immense power and dominance, truly behave like cornered animals in the face of a threat?
