The sound of wind, thunder, and rain intertwined in the distance, yet the battlefield turned eerily silent. Whether they were the Imperial People, Seleucid people, or the cultists of the Dragon Worship Church, whether Human, Dwarf, or Dragonborn, all raised their heads to gaze at the dense dark clouds in the distance.
Even the genuine Green Dragons stretched their necks eagerly, watching the distance with expectant eyes.
For most Green Dragons, the "Lord of the Rot Swamp" was a living legend; even they had mostly only heard of the terrifying fame of that Ancient Green Dragon, rarely witnessing its true form.
The cultists of the Dragon Worship Church knelt devoutly on the ground, chanting the name of the Ancient Green Dragon, lavishing it with praise, as if they saw an angel sent by the Divine.
"Lord of the Rot Swamp!"
"Ah, the Lord of Shadows residing in the crown of decay."
