Screams, beast roars, all manner of siege equipment, and living people kept raining down from the sky.
A young man clutched his head and ran hunched over through the mud, dodging for his life. He had no idea where he had thrown his weapon. All he wanted now was to reach the city gate tunnel alive, lest he be crushed to death. Thick logs from catapults and wooden frames came crashing down around him. A friend who had been fleeing alongside him moments ago was smashed to death by falling timber before he could even cry out.
The sky above him suddenly darkened, and the young man's scalp went numb...
Boom!
A gigantic white, scale-covered claw came down beside him. Five or six people were crushed without a sound. He could only desperately avoid the claw to keep from being trampled to death. The one benefit was that he no longer needed to worry about things falling from the sky and smashing him.
He luckily avoided the claw's stomp.
After sprinting so hard, his breathing came in ragged gasps and his throat felt like it was on fire. He did not dare stop. Stopping might mean death. Just as he neared the city gate tunnel, something fell from the sky again...
"Ah..."
The scream rose from soft to shrill, then cut off abruptly with a splat. A comrade fell from the sky and slammed into the mud, lying motionless. There was no need to check whether he still breathed. Falling from that height meant certain death.
"Roar!!"
The white flood dragon roared overhead, the tremendous sound making the young man's ears ache and buzz.
He could not hear anything, as though he had entered a soundless world. His good brother in the gate tunnel opened his mouth and shouted at