CHAPTER 956
Feeling the sudden, violent shift in both weather and energy, the Generals all snapped their gazes upward immediately.
It looked as though a catastrophic storm was approaching—and it was moving fast.
The entire sky darkened instantaneously, turning a bruised, ominous purple.
Lightning crackled through the thick clouds like predatory snakes, coiled and ready to bite down on their victims the moment the opportunity presented itself.
High above, Raze quickly directed the wind bird to dive away from the clouds' close proximity.
The creature surged downward, banking away from the massive army just in time.
Even those fighting on the frontlines for Velzoria began retreating bit by bit.
The range of the overhead storm was immense—spanning almost half the entire battlefield.
They understood instinctively that they could be caught in the crossfire of the impending assault if they didn't put enough distance between themselves and the target zone.
