In the white expanse of Holy Light, voices were silent.
Three gigantic images appeared before them.
One was the ruins of Black Dragon City.
Thick smoke billowed to the sky, shrouding the sun. Countless black dragons' blood and flesh seeped into the ground. The Liches were choosing their favorite bones, summoning bone dragons or zombie dragons, and then taking them away. Humans were in a state of confusion, staring blankly at the scene.
Another was the gathering of numerous black dragons at the base of the Dragon's Peak.
The furious black dragons roared and shouted, their voices shaking the heavens, echoing like wails.
However, everyone knew that this seemingly shocking cry was merely a symbol of helplessness. The storm had just begun and would not stop for anyone's anger.
The last one was a newly opened scene.
