Dragons, Magic, and Shells

However, at that moment, the wasteland across Locke Great Rift Valley began to tremble. Smoke and dust stretching for over a dozen kilometers swept in from the horizon, blotting out the sky as if the end of the world were approaching.

Countless savage black silhouettes emerged from within the dust. The outlines of horns and claws were faintly visible—it was Evil Dragon Descendants, and they covered the mountains and plains as far as the eye could see.

Their numbers probably reached a million. Like raging waves and overflowing floodwaters, they surged toward the allied forces' positions.

The cultists of the Dragon Worship Cult wore deep-blue robes and rode atop the towering backs of Evil Dragon Descendants, roaring as they charged.

In the sky, countless giant dragons that had come in accordance with the Five-Colored Dragon Queen's decree raised their heads and roared, their momentum overwhelming.

Amid the deafening roars, Jude Gonzalez, the archbishop of the Blue Dragon Cult, rode a Storm Wyvern as he circled high in the sky. He spread his arms, revealing the savage, scale-covered half-human, half-dragon head beneath his hood.

"Children of Tiamat, the time has come to prove your loyalty! Go and destroy those pitiful rebels! Let them wail beneath the dragons' shadows!"

His voice was impassioned and sonorous. As he spoke, the clouds in the sky churned and spread rapidly, forming enormous, hideous Dragon Faces high above.

"For the great Immortal Queen!"

"For Tiamat!"

"The realm of mortals shall fall, and the great dragons shall rule the world!"

The cultists wore fanatical expressions as they waved their weapons from atop dragon beasts, crying out at the top of their lungs.

Crisscrossing bolts of lightning swirled around Jude. He looked toward the allied forces across the rift, raised the Dragon Head Scepter, and furious sparks burst