The moment of awakening, the heavens collapse and the earth shatters.
As if everything before the eyes exists as a sacrifice for devouring.
The crimson haze stained with blood amidst the cracks of pitch-black clouds, the celestial light streams down upon what seems to be the Creator's greatest masterpiece.
Even the soldiers charging forward, heads down, cannot suppress the tremor in their hearts upon hearing the earth-shattering dragon roar, not even the Heavy Priest armored in steel, whose gaze turns upwards.
Liszt, charging at the forefront, has never seen Fafna's true form.
He has only one thought.
That is a form beyond what evolution can reach, only achievable by a giant whose life energy rivals the eternal, or crafted by divine power.
That kind of brilliant silver surpasses the bounds of description.
