There were always far too many unpredictable things in the world, and disasters always arrived without warning.
In fact, just as the worried Legendary White Dragon and the dazed young mage continued flying through the gloomy, dim sky in pursuit of so-called freedom and new life, a bright golden flash like lightning suddenly struck the utterly unprepared and defenseless Winter Princess.
Boom!
The shocking explosion tore through the heavy clouds, and the blast of shattering space drowned out the pained roar. In only an instant, one of Serallin's dragon wings, which had only recently regrown, was torn to pieces by the sudden lightning strike. Scalding Dragon Blood poured down like scattered raindrops.
Yes, no so-called safety had ever truly existed. An utterly unforeseen disaster had arrived just like that...
Serallin, suddenly grievously wounded, could no longer continue flying through the sky on her escape. She could only let out a pained wail and drag her broken body straight down through the clouds toward a blood-red stretch of ground. Naturally, Intent of Incantations, who was on the dragon's back, had no intention of continuing his escape alone. He simply fell alongside the Legendary Dragon.
Boom!
The crash of a colossal creature the size of a small mountain was bound to be immensely dramatic. Dust filled the air, swept away amid the shockwave, while broad cracks replaced the ground's former smoothness.
Yet compared with the damage done to the natural environment, Serallin, who lay unable to rise, was in a far more miserable state. After all, the explosion that had shattered half her wing had once again injured her soul with its violent, overwhelming energy.
And besides the shattered earth, the Winter Princess saw more as she lay on the ground. Not far from her were seven mangled corpses piled together, five