The realm shook as Marcius unleashed his strongest technique upon the enemy. The day had already turned into night as the dark clouds rolled across the sky. The only sources of light the Purple Sun Hill had were the glow from the Twelve-Pointed Bright Star manifestation and the lightning that flashed in the sky often.
The air also grew oppressive and the feeling of dread and fear the soldiers had experienced moments before had returned again, only with a worse intensity this time. Due to the pressure from the lightning dragon, most of the soldiers had already fallen to their knees and had trouble standing back up. They felt like the weight of the entire realm was on their shoulders.