'The shadow does not belong to a cloud.'
That was the first thought that entered Raiden's head as he looked up, his whole body turning cold despite the fires still burning all across the battlefield.
Because as soon as the shadow fell over the battlefield, it felt like the night had arrived. A complete sense of darkness covered the battlefield, making everyone blind for a minute.
But the moment his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Raiden felt his breath get caught in his throat.
That thing was no giant cloud, but a Dragon.
Well, calling it a dragon wouldn't be too accurate, as that word was far too small and too ordinary for the thing hanging above them.
This was a continent of black scales and moving flesh, a monstrous shape so large that Raiden's mind couldn't even begin to measure it at first.
