"BOOOOM!!!"
A world-ending roar resounded, as though the heavens had collapsed!
High overhead, deep within the endless purple auroras and dense storm clouds, a blinding "sun" abruptly flared to life!
It was... one of the Stormweaver's eyes.
A terrifying will, suffocatingly vast and inviolably majestic, crashed down upon the earth with a weight that felt almost tangible.
With it came bolts of Seven-Ring lightning, crashing down like ancient thunder serpents, powerful enough to level mountain ranges!
"Don't forget! Nash's Phalanx can only prevent Seven-Ring beings from sensing your presence. It absolutely cannot shield you from actual spell damage!"
Alazan's voice had become an utterly furious growl.
Clearly, the anxiety and frustration of having his life hang by a thread had built to a breaking point.
"Crack-"
In the final thousandth of a second before the lightning struck his head!
Dago abruptly tightened his fingers, and the very tip of the deathly white finger bone in his palm silently crumbled into fine bone dust.
An ancient, unfathomable pulse, seemingly capable of concealing even the workings of fate, instantly spread outward.
Within the void, that pulse swiftly condensed into an intangible black cloak, which drifted slowly down and enveloped Dago completely, concealing both him and his presence.
In an instant, the deafening roars and bellows of the countless storm elemental spirits below came to an abrupt halt.
Their massive bodies froze in midair. They had suddenly lost all perception of the "intruder."
To their simple minds, that tiny creature had already been reduced to nothing beneath the heavenly might of the lightning.
All the turmoil rapidly subsided.
Only the terrifying lightning that had descended with the Weaver's gaze remained very real.
Like power leaking from an ancient, forbidden spell formation gone out of control, the bolts blindly poured their destructive might onto