"That... that's not a normal creature from the system..." he whispered, his voice thick with primal dread.
Noelia took a step back, her shoulders tense. Bīng Xuě managed a smile, but this time it lacked his usual cheekiness. It was a grimace of pure tension—the smile of someone facing an abyss that gazes back.
The dragon opened its mouth. There was no roar, only a whisper that resonated in the base of the listeners' skulls. Inside its maw there was no fire or poison; there was a singularity of compressed darkness. The space in front of it collapsed. One of Gerald's summons, a goblin standing guard, simply ceased to exist. There was no explosion, no blood, no trace. It was erased, torn from the fabric of reality as if it had never been summoned.
Gerald paled, feeling the void in his mind where the link with his creature once was.
"What did it do?"
