401 Longsword of the Ashlands

Heaven-shattering thunders overlapped every other sound in the air.

Any spectator would be able to see that a hill to the west of Gray Island of Aida was suddenly crumbling, the mud churning. A dim red-black light was pressing down on the atmosphere while gaining on altitudes while cutting through three huge swarms of dragons.

Where it passed, blood and countless dragon corpses splashed down like raindrops.

There was a localized earthquake at the western temple fortifications. The earth trembled, puppets as well as clergies felt a tremendous force that kept them off-balance.

The physical shockwave that could be seen by the naked eye spread with the red-black aura, while gales class twelve and above cut across the air and blew many flying dragons off-course or into their own kin. Spells and dragon breath were unable to touch the aura as it rampaged ahead.

In that split second.