"BOOM-!!!"
A terrifying grinding noise spread through the air, reverberating in Jibril's ears. The sound was powerful enough to shatter the internal organs of a Beastman's robust body, yet it was merely the noise of the Dragon King known as Dragon End moving its body.
The towering mountains shifted ceaselessly, rising over one another to form a shape resembling a living creature.
Beneath the mountains were towering waves that had been raised along with them, only to fall rapidly under gravity's pull.
The waves shrieked and roared, surging upward and rolling out in every direction.
They piled against one another, further widening the already deep strait and stirring up countless clouds of gray dust.
But compared to that enormous body, these surging waves were far too slender, far too insignificant. They shattered at a touch, turning into white foam in the blink of an eye and falling into the deep ravines beneath the colossal dragon.
The light cast down from the sky vanished, leaving only darkness that stretched beyond sight.
It was the colossal dragon's body, blotting out the sky and sun.
This was the first Dragonia, born from the remains of the Old Deus who had created heaven and earth, inheriting its power-and the strongest Dragon King.
Dragon End, Hatireim.
It was not as though Jibril had never hunted Dragonia. She had even met the Dragon of Calamity, another Dragon King, several times. But compared to this body that darkened the very heavens, the two Dragon Kings were on entirely different levels.
She finally understood why the other races had once considered Dragon End a mighty being worthy of standing alongside Lord Artosh.
In the past, she had thought that such a pitiful notion could only have come from those inferior races who failed to truly understand Artosh's strength,