Praise the Blue Dragons Master, the Weaver of the Thunderstorm at the Summit! Tiamat—your cobalt-blue dragon head soars high above the stormy summit of the Nine Prisons, about to descend upon the world!"
His voice grew increasingly resonant, as dense black clouds gathered in the sky, flashing with lightning and rolling thunder, while fierce sandstorms arose all around, and countless Evil Dragon Descendants crawled out of the earth, raising their heads and howling.
The Evil Dragon Sacrifice pointed his scepter towards the northeast and roared: "The enemy is there; they seek to hinder the Mother Goddess's arrival. Tiamat's offspring, go destroy their city and tear apart their armies—"
Before he finished speaking, the eyes of the Blue Dragon Descendants burned with fervor, roaring in anger, as they either ran or flew, racing northward in succession, stirring up a terrifying thunderstorm sandstorm that sent chills down the spine.
