For a whole minute, the fierce battle paused, as even the seemingly mindless abominations were somehow affected by the roar.
Everyone was drawn to it, as though under a strange mind hex.
Their eyes were locked on the distant mountain ranges.
Waiting.
Soon, a colossal fifty-meter-tall figure appeared—the dark gray skies and thunderclouds heralding the arrival of the divine beast.
The creature was undeniably draconian, with pristine, shiny white scales, three oddly out-of-place purple eyes, and two horrifying maws stacked atop one another.
It had two pairs of golden-white wings—the upper pair, those of a dragon, while the lower pair, twice as large as the draconic wings, were feathery and reminiscent of a seraph's.
Both pairs were enormous and probably already capable of carrying the creature's weight, yet somehow, there were still two of them.
