The aged Black Dragon, whose entire body had undergone extensive mechanical modification, and the Golden Dragon covered in Magic Runes suddenly charged out of the battlefield one after the other at the fiercest moment of this apocalyptic bloodbath, flying toward the southern coast of the Tarlonnd Continent. Their sudden movement immediately drew a reaction from the sky-obscuring Chaotic Dragon.
In the sky, dense, chaotic storm clouds suddenly churned violently, surging like boiling soup as bolt after bolt of lightning gathered deep within them. Beneath the clouds, the divine aggregate formed from countless chaotic limbs and shapeless matter, vast enough to cover an entire city, let out a thunderous roar. Even the light around its enormous body visibly warped—this supreme ruler of Tarlonnd for millions of years, this "god" created by dragonkind itself, seemed to realize what heretical act the two dragons fleeing the battlefield intended to commit. Though it had long since lost all reason, it still displayed a fury that made heaven and earth change color.
The sky split open. A rift stretching across the heavens opened above the Tarlonnd Continent. Within it, countless eyes looked down with cold gazes upon the burning Dragon Kingdom, while hundreds upon hundreds of tongues and throats howled from the fissure. The Chaotic Dragon clung upside down to the edge of that rift, casting a crazed look toward Heragol and Andar. Under the gaze of this "god," the edge of the continent began to crumble inch by inch. Steel melted away, shields vanished into thin air, and powerful missiles were swallowed by shadows before they could touch the deity. It was a gaze of annihilation, beyond even the bounds of mortal reason.
Yet Omega's resistance came in an instant. Dragon legions rushed in from afar, immediately filling the gaps melted away beneath the