The members of Dragonfire instinctively looked up.
Before them, through the dust, a pair of rugged gray long wings slowly revealed themselves, the tips rising slowly—almost reaching the highest point of the inn, and then gently sweeping downward.
The dust scattered in all directions, reaching the edge of the water and immediately creating a white wave on the surface of the swamp. The wave tumbled towards them, and the brisk wind hit their faces, still strong enough to flutter everyone's hair.
Then it continued sweeping backward, causing the mangrove forest behind to rustle loudly.
The assassin also held down his hat.
"What the hell is that!?" someone shouted in the wind.
But he was soon unable to shout anymore. For with those gigantic wings pressing downward, the air pressure lifted the massive creature abruptly upwards as it turned in mid-air, opened its wings, and revealed its true form.
