The Crucible was trembling.
The Demon King was in the air.
Malvador had successfully crawled where Pablo and his soldiers were.
Pablo's eight slaves were on the opposite side of Pablo and they acted like air as their Master told them to.
All these people were waiting for the trembling to end.
And it ended as well.
But all of them knew that the ground wasn't just rumbling because it felt like it. It was shaking like that for a reason. And as things stood, everyone waited for the reason to come forth.
It came forth.
From the chest of the Crucible, a gaping hope appeared.
And from that hole, in the silence of fast heartbeats, came out something that Pablo believed would come out from the start of this War.
"Raaaaaaanggghhhhhghnnghh!!"
The Dragon King. El'Dorado.
The whole Seraphim shook with that roar and if the Demon King had made their throats dry, then this Dragon King made them rooted on the spot.
