As the oppressive atmosphere reached its breaking point, dark red snowflakes filled the space between heaven and earth.
Each snowflake seemed to bear an immense weight. Rather than melting upon landing, they froze the gray-brown stone ground into patches of necrotic black.
On the central platform, the last remaining sphere of golden light silently split open, releasing an indescribably ancient, evil, despairing, icy aura.
Boom!
An inexplicable presence surged upward like columns of signal smoke. Beneath a sky woven with countless dark red lightning bolts, everyone stared in breathless shock at-
A phantom of the Despair Winter Dragon that almost reached the heavens, and within it, a savage, domineering figure that seemed like an ancient overlord descending upon the world!
At that moment, Dago had grown to over three meters tall, his frame long and imposing.
Dark red and pitch-black runic patterns intertwined across his entire body. These were no mere tattoos, but something like living parasites, digging deep into his muscle fibers,
Contracting and expanding with every beat of his heart, pumping an icy fluid that did not belong to humanity.
His hair reached his knees. Every strand seemed saturated with blood, stirring silently like a living creature. Tiny ice crystals gathered at the tips, carving pitch-black spatial fissures through the air.
Dense dragon scales covered his neck and both sides of his face. Their edges were sharp as blades, and as they scraped against one another, they produced teeth-grating creaks.
An intricate, mysterious crimson rune shaped like a snowflake had grown between his brows. It seemed like a window into the abyss. Merely looking at it made one feel as though one's soul would be drawn inside and frozen into ash.
Countless dark red snowflakes circled his body, defying gravity. Instead, they formed an independent gravitational field centered