The night was as dark as ink, with flames illuminating the shattered contours of Assam City.
Above the burning scorched earth, the Dragon God Temple, towering like a mountain, suddenly trembled violently, then slowly ascended into the sky before everyone's eyes.
There was no support.
Nor any trace of magic.
The huge pyramid seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, rising inch by inch.
The solid granite base exuded a sacred and irresistible majesty, towering over the entire Assam City like a giant slowly lifting a foot, causing every eye watching it to reveal a terrified expression, shaken with fear.
Large stones fell from the sky, causing the Armored Dragon Clan Lizardmen below to clutch their heads and scurry, dodging and fleeing in all directions.
"Hahaha!"
Watching the flames grow farther away and the faces of shock and fear amidst them, Holy King Iz, standing atop the temple, laughed arrogantly and recklessly, as if the entire Assam City was trampled under his feet.
