The castle began to glow with runes, flickering violently. A dull thudding rose from the earth, like the heartbeat of a giant beast. Then came the cracking of stone and the grating scrape of bones.
If they were human, the earthquake would have brought them to their knees.
But every Dragonborn could fly.
Their wings didn't obey the laws of physics or aerodynamics. Magic held them aloft.
They obeyed the laws of magic.
The ground trembled, tore apart, and shattered.
The castle... had stood up!
No, there was a monster beneath the castle!
It was an indescribable monster, hundreds of meters tall—enormous.
True Dragons were only ten to thirty meters tall.
The monster looked like a Bio-weapon haphazardly assembled from countless twisted limbs, thick scale-covered shells, tumors oozing corrosive slime, and enormous eyes gleaming with an evil red light.
Beneath the heavy scales, like a shell, its flesh writhed and grew, as if afflicted with ichthyosis or dragon scale disease.
It radiated an abyssal aura that froze the soul, along with a pure, overwhelming aura of violence.
Every step it took shook the earth. Its presence made the surrounding air grow thick and foul.
The Dragonborn in the Northern Metal Dragon faction, who had just been gaining the upper hand, faltered in their assault. Faced with this unnatural monstrosity, like a moving mountain, even the bravest warriors couldn't help but feel instinctive fear deep down.
"Abyssal aura..." Far away, the True Dragon and Minister of Military Affairs, Bronze Dragon Manster, murmured, "Organize an artillery barrage. Recalculate the parameters."
"We'll get ready, too. Let's see if those human weapons can still work."
The "Abyss Crawler" let out a roar blended with the wails of countless tortured souls. Its voice pierced the battlefield, making even the distant clouds churn. Its many enormous