Between the gate being forcibly opened right in front of the MBE and the agonized wails of the helpless wyverns being sacrificed to power it, Rhazira actually couldn't hear a thing.
At that point, even if an explosion had gone off right beside her, she probably wouldn't have noticed, much less cared. All she could hear was the deafening rush of her own blood circulating through her body as the massive runic formation forcibly squeezed mana out of her at a rate that would've already brought anyone else to their knees in sheer agony.
But despite the excruciating pain, the distressed Wyvern Queen remained standing.
She had to.
Because right now, Rhazira needed to be prepared for anything and everything that could possibly be waiting for her on the other side.
Just what the hell could've gone wrong in Wyrmfall?
