The rain shattered and evaporated, transforming into a hazy electric mist that lingered, while visible lightning coiled around the blade wings on the back of the Glazed-Glass Dragon, spewing high-temperature electric steam.
Both sides engaged in battle, the Empire's defenders and the unknown attackers, lifted their heads, gazing up at the dazzling light point above the clouds.
"What kind of monster is that?"
"Is it the Empire's secret weapon?"
"Is this the attacker's trump card?"
"Have the Magical Beasts revolted? But what kind of Magical Beast is this?"
"So beautiful..."
Thousands of people, thousands of thoughts.
When Ian flew into the sky, the battle on both sides paused for a moment—no one knew which side this suddenly appearing creature belonged to, thus cautiously preparing to respond.
This left Ian, who intended to respond to either the Empire or the attackers, a bit disappointed: "What, everyone's so cautious?"
