When his wings unfolded, shadows swallowed vast stretches of the forest, and the blood vessels winding on the wing membrane resembled cursed runes, slowly pulsing with each breath.
——But the most chilling thing was his eyes.
They were a pair of long and cold vertical pupils, like two pools of venomous swamps, swirling with whirlpools of greed and cunning. An eerie green light flickered deep within, as if it could pierce the soul, leaving nowhere to hide.
When mortals gaze into them, they feel their will dissolving, as if being slowly chewed by some ancient and malevolent existence.
Wherever his gaze landed, the air became viscous, as if soaked in poisonous miasma, making even breathing a torture.
Tiamat's Eye.
Even the bravest and most resolute warrior could hardly endure more than three seconds under such a gaze, either fainting or becoming a puppet controlled by the evil dragon.
"God... Is this, this the legendary Lord of the Rot Swamp?"
"So terrifying!"
