The deep dragon roar rolling in from the horizon echoed like muffled thunder, as though some colossal beast the size of a mountain were stepping down from the clouds into the mortal world, its feet pressing upon every heart. An immense pressure began gathering from all directions, spilling from every inch of space, seeping in on every wisp of wind, spreading through every ray of sunlight, descending from the darkening clouds overhead, and pouring into the fine beads of sweat on every face, every labored breath, every trembling body.
As that pressure grew stronger, the entire city was completely shrouded by thick clouds that had appeared from nowhere. Though the sun had been shining brightly, the city now looked as if dusk had arrived. The self-sensing alchemical streetlamps at the corners lit up one after another, but instead of dispelling the steadily accumulating darkness, their glow only emphasized the suffocating weight congealing in the air.
The world was a little box, and a single breath from the giant beast outside it changed the winds and clouds within—somehow, that bizarre metaphor suddenly came to mind, and I felt it suited the current situation perfectly.
"Damn, that dumb brute of a girl can be this fierce?" I shot Viska an incredulous look. The pressure from the sky did nothing to me, but judging from the reactions of the ordinary people around us, it had absolutely exceeded all normal limits. My impression of Lin had always been limited to a few things: honest, timid, lacking opinions, fun to bully, proactive at work. I had nearly forgotten that her true form was a dragon. Viska looked up at the thickening clouds without turning her head. "Dragon gods have always been the flashiest among all gods. Whenever the God Realm holds a sports meet, it's