"What is this?"
Marshal Erwin looked in shock at the beast dragon carcass that had fallen from the sky and crashed into the fortress, along with several orc knights who died in a most miserable state, and suddenly looked up to the sky.
A golden dragon shadow, even the thick mist could not fully obscure it, was gradually emerging with the tremors of time and space.
The vast and winding dragon shadow, though casting no shadow below, exerted an overwhelming pressure and radiated a silent dragon power that enveloped the entire fortress in stillness.
Even the battle-hardened veterans, forged through gruesome battles with orcs, involuntarily halted and stared blankly at the sky above, their bodies shivering uncontrollably.
It was not their will that feared, but their flesh and blood's instinct, a primal fear and trembling in the face of a being who ranked at the pinnacle of the Material Realm, yearning to prostrate themselves, offering the highest respect from deep within their soul.
