Don’t think you can run away, Bugs.

She let out a deafening roar, a sound that echoed throughout the world, it was as if this very world was only a small empty room, all the beings throughout the world, even the very world itself trembled. 

This was the descent of the Dragon. 

Nyssara and Zarathor, despite the early brave front they put up, felt a chill of pure dread. The army of otherworldly beings, who prided their tall physiques, now trembled in fear. 

"W-What is that…?" 

"W-We are s-ss-supposed to fight… that…?" 

If the Vyriana before was barely half their size, now, even a single tooth in her mouth was bigger than her and had enough power to squash them like a bug. 

Their towering forms seemed insignificant before her. In despair, some dropped their weapons, while others fell to their knees, enveloped by complete hopelessness.