With a thunderous crack, Dark Black Thunder even greater than Iluna's Sunlight Gun from just now descended along the dim black-gold pillar of light enveloping the Newborn Dragon. In that instant, the thunder's radiance dyed the entire Sacrificial Ground beneath the night white, but Mr. Albert still saw it—the Black Thunder had struck the Newborn Dragon head-on.
In an instant, every ritual symbol within the Sacrificial Ground turned to dust. Shade and the four Chosen Ones beside the dragon were all blasted away by an overwhelmingly powerful force.
Great clouds of smoke and dust rose from the center of the Sacrificial Ground. The still-intact dragon statues turned of their own accord toward the heart of the haze and prostrated themselves.
Resounding, strange hymns echoed through Moon Bay's skies. The surviving Dragon Devouring Order priests laughed madly as hundreds of black bolts of lightning streaked across the night sky above the Sacrificial Ground in just a few seconds, as though they meant to tear apart the tranquil heavens.
The moonlight dimmed, and windblown sand surged. Not only the people at the Sacrificial Ground and in its surroundings, but even the citizens in the sea of fire beneath the city and the Ring Arcanists on the distant sea surface battlefield all felt that terrifying illusion—as though a massive black mountain had descended before them, so tangible that even closing their eyes and knocking themselves unconscious could not erase it.
Shade, who had rolled several times across the gray gravel before coming to a stop, raised his head toward the sky. Wherever that dragon-like black bolt had passed, the night seemed to have been torn like a curtain, or slashed open like an ancient scroll cut by a sharp blade. Behind those tears and gaps was the bright scenery one should see at