[The timer of the Dragon Bloodline Trial has reached 0!]
[It is now time to start the Final Calamity.]
"Final Calamity…?" Alex mumbled under his breath.
His instincts, no, Kaelios, hadn't lied.
The uneasy feeling that had gnawed at him earlier now made perfect sense.
From this point forward, Alex vowed to trust his instincts implicitly.
This wasn't just gut feeling anymore; it was a manifestation of one of the many powers granted to the chosen one of destiny.
He'd learned to respect it.
Suddenly, a familiar notification appeared before him.
[I mean…]
Panels flickered into view, revealing Xyrran's ever-taunting face.
[I did say a calamity would strike at every new hour, didn't I? And, well… the timer just hit another hour.]
Logically, sure, it made sense.
But it was just pure sadism if you thought about it.
