"----"
The sky had darkened.
Although it was already nighttime, the city had been brightly lit, and the stars and bright moon in the sky had kept everything from feeling pitch-black before.
But at this moment, the sky had truly darkened.
Thick, dense clouds covered the sky.
The stars and bright moon vanished into the boundless darkness.
A brilliant band of light shot straight into the sky and pierced the clouds before crashing down like a bolt of lightning.
"Roar----!"
Amid a distant dragon's roar, the band of light transformed into a dragon.
It was a dragon more than a dozen meters long, its scales gleaming golden, its sharp five-clawed talons and savage head radiating an overwhelming pressure.
The dragon slowly descended to the ground, circling around its summoner.
Luo Zhen stood on the shattered ground that had been covered by countless molten mountains and enormous vortexes of vibration just a moment before. He opened his eyes, and the divine dragon beside him roared once more.
"Roar!"
Seeing the dragon radiating astonishing draconic might, the Minotaur Kenshu suddenly let out a defiant roar, as though it had encountered a formidable enemy.
"Neigh!"
The Two-Horned Beast in the sky also shrieked, and the vibration wave between its horns surged to an unprecedented level. Like the Minotaur Kenshu, it displayed a fighting spirit and hostility entirely different from before.
"It's a dragon...!?"
Even Zaharias, standing at the very back, was stunned.
In this world, which was home to all kinds of demon races, dragons were naturally an indispensable and important species. They had appeared in various myths and stories, and they had once existed in the modern world as well. They were not fictional creatures.
However, it was said that only a small number of dragons still survived in South America's Chaos