Amid violent trembling and ringing, the Silver Dragon city buried within the Floating Mountain range sounded a piercing alarm.
The Silver Dragon citizens, once orderly and composed, decisively set down their work and began flying in an organized manner toward the suspended "Central Continent" to seek refuge. The adult Silver Dragons charged with sentry and warrior duties, meanwhile, circled the city overhead with wary expressions, guarding Tamara's side and ready for battle at any moment.
Yet everything unfolding before him left Li Wei utterly baffled, as though he were trapped in a dream.
What exactly had happened?
Invaders?
Anyone this Silver Dragon city lord would call an invader—and treat with such gravity—could not possibly be like those Orcs who had previously been left to the mercy of the mutated Silver Dragons.
They were only fit to be called nourishment.
Unless their Orc god, Gruumsh, had come in person.
Could it be another void creature?
While Li Wei had been asleep, he had suffered the Mental Erosion of the Void Star God Mofite Lan. In that long, distant black dream, he had witnessed scenes of those void creatures devouring one another on instinct.
The Necrons had also exploited this very point. When the Star Gods had slaughtered the Old Ones and then turned on one another, weakening themselves through mutual slaughter, the Necrons gambled the fate of their entire race and used the Black Technology the Old Ones had developed but had not yet deployed on the battlefield to forge those Star God fragments into World Engines that made half the galaxy tremble.
Yet even the Silver Dragon clerics appeared profoundly shocked by the command. Still, they did not dare delay in the face of the imminent crisis.
"In the name of Tamara, the Merciful Lady! Open the sanctuary—Eternal Land!"
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