The roar like thunder grew more and more urgent, while the white smoke in the sky churned violently... Streaks of blood red grew increasingly distinct.
It was like adding several spoonfuls of strawberry jam to milk being shaken into a vortex of ice. As it was stirred, the originally pure-white sky gradually took on a pink hue—the color of blood diluted by water.
The meteor shower also grew more frequent. Scales wrapped in ice and fire fell to the ground one after another, bringing people gifts... or disasters.
One of the scales landed by Iver's feet.
After crossing the boundary between the Dream Realm and the Material Realm and burning fiercely through the air, it seemed to have shrunk slightly. The dragon scale, crystal-clear like white crystal, was about the size of a mask. Its back was marked with faint blood-red veins resembling those of a maple leaf, while its front was like a piece of transparent ice.
When he held it in his hand, it gave off an extraordinarily bitter chill.
Even though Iver's body had been strengthened to the Fifth Level by the power of his Path, holding the scale still made him feel waves of piercing cold burrowing into his flesh like worms. Only the heat within Iver's bloodline kept it from penetrating further.
If the person who picked it up were merely an ordinary mortal, they would probably be frostbitten or even frozen to death instantly. If they insisted on carrying it, their entire body might freeze solid within minutes.
That was also one of the reasons Iver had said it might become a disaster.
When they struck the ground, they were like comets. Buildings that had not been reinforced by Preservation spells could never withstand such impacts. Those buildings would be destroyed by the scales...