The rapidly blasting breath was like an oxy-fuel torch, instantly vaporizing the Bloodhulk. In less than three seconds, the Bloodhulk had become a plume of green smoke and vanished completely. With no Bloodhulk blocking its way, the torch-like breath struck the ground directly. In an instant, it melted a huge hole into the earth. The soil turned into lava almost in the blink of an eye and began spreading at incredible speed.
At the sight, nearly every paladin instinctively took a step back.
After killing the Bloodhulk, the enormous, ferocious dragon beast crouched amid the lava. Seemingly pleased with its achievement, it lifted its head and let out a sky-shaking roar.
"ROAR!!!!!"
The roar brimmed with dominance, brazenly proclaiming its master's power and exhilaration.
Once the gigantic dragon beast had vented enough, it contentedly lay down, utterly unconcerned by the scorching lava. It was then that the paladins saw a figure resembling an ancient warrior god.
He wore magnificent golden armor, with twelve slowly swaying ribbons of light unfurled behind him. Above his head floated a circular crown that turned slowly. A metal mask concealed his face beneath the helmet that encased his head, yet the face carved into that mask was so perfect and majestic. He was a warrior, and he was also a king—a king who had battled the primordial and most ancient evils!
Everything about him made the figure seem so great and awe-inspiring that merely looking at him gave people the urge to kneel and worship.
As they gazed at him, almost everyone lost the courage to speak, as though even a casual word would desecrate the great being before them. And that radiant, magnificent figure seemed equally uninterested in the ants looking up at him.
He turned his masked head, constantly searching the skies for