The World Trade Center Surrounded by Flames
Several Fire Dragon flapped their wings and flew low over the edge of the World Trade Center.
A group of pale-faced police officers and firefighters arrived at the scene. The officers used the surrounding dilapidated buildings as cover to surround the several Fire Dragon. They trembled as they raised their guns, attempting to aim at the Fire Dragon.
They never imagined that these creatures, which should only exist in legends or movies, would actually appear before their very eyes.
The wild words they uttered after watching the movie did not give them any courage, nor did they make them pull the trigger and shoot a bullet at the Fire Dragon covered in scales.
They didn't know if the bullets could kill the Fire Dragon, nor did they know how they would bear the Fire Dragon Fire Dragon's wrath if they failed.
One of the Fire Dragon slightly turned its head, seemingly noticing the patrol officers and firefighters.
It snorted, sparks flying from its nostrils, and its body seemed to glow faintly.
"It's going to breathe fire! It's going to breathe fire!"
"Run! This is something we can't possibly fight!"
"Gods! Why don't you come to save them? This is a demon we cannot fight!"
The flames in the Fire Dragon's mouth were still brewing, and the patrol officers and firefighters had lost all fighting spirit. They returned along the street they had come from, and fled in their police cars and fire trucks.
A white-collar worker looked out the window and sighed in despair, "They escaped..."
He seemed to have lost all confidence and hope, and slowly slid down the windowsill to slump to the ground.
A portly middle-aged man angrily shouted, "We pay taxes and we're just feeding a bunch of bastards like this! I'm going to sue them until they're bankrupt!"
He seemed to have gone mad, pounding on the windowpane repeatedly, as if trying to attract the Fire Dragon's attention.
The bespectacled reporter, camera in hand, exclaimed with a similar madness in his eyes, "Fire Dragon! This is absolutely breaking news! This world is definitely not as simple as it seems! The lizardmen must be real too!"
He kept pressing the button, jumping up and down on the edge of the window, trying to find various suitable angles to photograph all those Fire Dragon.
Seeing the patrol officers and firefighters retreat, Fire Dragon narrowed its eyes slightly, shook its head gently, but did not let the flames dissipate.
It aimed at the South Tower of the World Trade Center next to it, let out a sudden "humph," and dazzling blue flames burst from its nostrils, striking the base of the building.
The Fire Dragon's actions were like a command, and the other Fire Dragon also sprang into action, their red and blue flames surging forth and engulfing the building.
The flames spread outwards like a raging sea, quickly engulfing part of the South Tower. Glass and steel shattered under the intense heat, producing a deafening roar.
A Romanian Longhorn into the air and spewed a pillar of fire at the waist of the building. The pillar of fire was like an arrow and pierced directly through the middle of the building.
The flames ignited various flammable materials inside the building, which then exploded outwards, forming a huge vortex of fire. The South Tower looked as if it had been encased in a swimming ring.
The fire spread rapidly inside the South Tower, greedily devouring every floor. The high temperature caused the steel structure to twist and Transfiguration, and the glass curtain walls shattered one after another.
Those trapped in the World Trade Center felt increasingly unable to breathe, their eyes filled with despair, seemingly having given up all hope and resigned themselves to perish in the flames.
Some people even knelt on the ground, put their hands together in a prayer gesture, and murmured words of repentance, intending to try harder in their next life.
"I can't die... These are all precious documents..." The reporter inhaled a lot of smoke, and his consciousness was gradually fading.
He held the camera in his hand, intending to take a few more photos before embracing it and protecting it carefully.
"That place..." He caught a glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of his eye and immediately looked up with difficulty.
From the rust-like clouds, a pure Black Mist appeared. The Black Mist seemed to be alive, rapidly approaching his direction, getting closer and closer... until it crashed into the windowpane.
The reporter was stunned. The swirling Black Mist quickly dissipated, transforming into the appearance of a black-haired boy.
The black-haired boy glanced at him, then looked at the others in the building, his lips trembling slightly, as if he were muttering something;
Then the black-haired boy raised the wooden stick in his hand and gently swung it at him. An invisible force instantly appeared and pushed him directly out of the building.
Not only was he pushed out of the building, but all the people on the same floor as him were also pushed out and enveloped in the scorching air outside.
"Fire Dragon has appeared..." The reporter quickly raised his camera and started snapping photos of the boy's back. "What's appearing now? Champion? Or... a god?"
He only had time to take a few photos before a soft touch stopped him from behind.
The reporter quickly looked behind him and saw that the thing blocking his way looked like a mattress, but it was much larger than what any manufacturer would produce.
He looked up along the edge of the mattress and saw several strange-looking people in the air. They were dressed in black robes and sat on old-fashioned brooms, like wizards from a legend.
"Roar!"
The Fire Dragon that were lurking around spotted them and immediately flapped their wings and pounced on them.
The black-haired boy from before, shrouded in Black Mist, flew towards them.
The black-haired boy said to the wizards, "Take them away from here. I'll lure these Fire Dragon away first, and then they can come and support me. We'll take the Fire Dragon to Central Park!"
"Yes, sir!"
Amidst the cheers of agreement, the boy transformed once more into a cloud of Black Mist, plunging headlong into the onrushing Fire Dragon.
The Black Mist spread out in an instant, like a hedgehog spitting out several sharp points. The Fire Dragon couldn't dodge in time. Although their scales helped them block the sharp points, their fleshy wings were still pierced with several holes.
After this attack, the Fire Dragon immediately shifted its target, circling around the Black Mist that the boy had transformed into, and continuously spewing dragon breath at it.
The Black Mist would sometimes transform into human form, with a glowing shield around it to defend against the dragon breath that attacked all at once from the Fire Dragon;
At times, it would transform from human form into Black Mist, unleashing several sharp attacks on the Fire Dragon, and carrying the Fire Dragon away from the building.
The reporters and others were taken to another area where there were also several people behaving strangely.
These people wielded their wooden sticks and worked together to extinguish the last flame before walking towards them.
"Here! Deal with these people!"
While they were passing by, the reporter realized what was happening and immediately pulled down his pants to hide the camera inside.
"I'm leaving it to you! We still need to assist Mr. Lovegood!"
"Okay! Be careful!"
After a brief handover, the wizard riding a broomstick soared into the sky and flew towards the distant place where the Black Mist and Fire Dragon were fighting.
The reporter opened his mouth, then asked with great difficulty, "Who exactly are you people?"
"Us? You don't need to know that..." The person who answered him raised the wooden stick and gently opened and closed his lips, "Obliviate!"