First comes a dragon's roar.
Behind Ian, a huge shadow constructed from blood, death, and the coldest, most ruthless malice is gradually stepping out from illusion into reality. The massive dust clouds produced by the Supergravity Wave Dragon's Breath are torn apart by a sudden hurricane, blown away. A warm, humid wind, laden with the thick scent of iron rust, sweeps through, carrying a bone-chilling killing intent.
And then come the wings.
Huge wings block out the sky and sun. Each flap of the wings stirs up a tornado between heaven and earth, and this storm stirs up waves of White Mist in the atmosphere. These are opaque shock bodies formed from shattered air, cloud-like mist encircling the dragon's body, shrouding the form it is about to reveal.
But the head that finally reveals itself is a nightmare.
Three heads. No one has ever seen such a strong dragon with three heads.
