This lonely city of the Exotic Realm has been reduced to ruins by the greed spreading from distant lands.
The veins of the sky burst open, and the flames made the black rolling clouds even more crimson, with the fierce sparks swirling above like a flock of will-o'-the-wisps, as the remnants of buildings and clock towers kept collapsing.
Tragic and distant past events, those vivid images surged once more, slowly merging before my eyes, while glass cut through the throat of time, nightmares spurting out, and everyone became each other's gallows.
Few mortals could face such insurmountable power, those are the rivets that make history unshakeable.
Zote dispassionately scanned the crowd.
Somewhat unexpected.
But it makes no difference…
Zote never pinned his hopes on others.
"The East Sea Sovereign, is it? Then let them all come at us together."
One dragon was already incapacitated, Zote could already report success, only the cleanup remained.
Liszt remained noncommittal.
