The storm swept through the earth, causing the trees to tremble and the waves to roll in the southern sea.
In the sea in the far south region, on the gray island Aida, the Sacred Mountain of the Seven Gods which was calm and free from the storms because of the presence of divine spells and divine circles was currently shrouded in cold rain. In the middle of the thunders that rumbled across the sky, the sounds of dragons roaring and the sounds of people shouting as they killed echoed from the island.
Using his hand that was holding a scepter to wipe away the blood that dripped from his forehead, Priest Guevara kicked a smashed wyvern's head with his foot and leaned against the pillar by the shrine. He breathed heavily and rapidly.
The scent of blood filled his mouth. The war seemed to have come to an end.
