Return of Yughragh

"A summoning whistle." The Death King narrowed his eyes as he sensed a powerful entity emerging from the green smoke.

"Rooooar!"

A primordial roar echoed through the air, signaling the arrival of a formidable foe. The wind itself stopped, and the raging waves calmed down as if it were calm before the storm.

Pitter-patter—at the same time, dark clouds gathered in the night sky and rain started falling as if the heavens were preparing for the impending battle.

When the raindrops fell to the ground, it sounded like a bunch of pebbles hitting the ground.

As the storm grew heavier, the small rivers that were formed on the ground washed away all the blood, dust, and pebbles that had accumulated on the ground.

The once-barren landscape was now transformed into a stormy landscape with flowing rivers and a scary atmosphere.

It was like the whole world was evolving in front of their eyes.