The light curtain projected by the projector shook violently, as the alchemical instruments could no longer withstand the terrifying magnetic field fluctuations, forcing a temporary interruption of the broadcast. The screen froze at the moment the Ancient Dragon soared into the sky.
In the center of the destructive storm, one could vaguely see an unparalleled silhouette spinning, the hem of her dress eclipsing the sun and sky.
Finally, the image resumed, indeed showing the scene of destruction on the Pamir Plateau. Meteorologists worldwide had detected the anomaly here, but only those with spirituality could see the truth in another dimension.
Sky-high pillars of solid black stone crumbled as if they were mountains, while meteors plummeted down.
The roar of dragons pierced the heavens and the earth, accompanied by the roar of the Qilin.
Blinding flashes of sword light crisscrossed in every direction.
