The first light of dawn broke, and a silken morning mist veiled the mysterious forest.
Early morning should have been the most active hunting time for the Two-winged Feathered Serpents, the forest filled with the hissing of their wings cutting through the air.
Today, however, it was terrifyingly silent.
A fear born from primal instinct had plunged the entire forest into a deathly hush.
In the next moment, a colossal shadow tore through the morning mist, descending upon the forest.
The Golden Dragon, Sun, slowly unfurled its pair of hundred-meter-wide golden Dragon Wings.
A Domain Level pressure descended in an instant, like a tangible boulder pressing down on every single Two-winged Feathered Serpent.
In the forest canopy, the Feathered Serpents that had been preparing to take flight stiffened and dropped like dumplings from a pot, kicking up clouds of dust as they hit the ground.
Their hisses turned into whimpers of terror as they coiled up, trembling uncontrollably.
