The wind coursing through the palace buildings was unprecedentedly fierce. Surter, clad in Golden Magic-guided Kinetic Armor, could still feel a slight shove from it, a terrifying gale strong enough to blow ordinary Dragon-men into the sky.
"By the Holy Dragon Emperor."
Surter, stationed on the tower, lowered his gaze. Even without the aid of the auxiliary detection components on his helmet, he could see the Floating Cities one after another suspended below the surrounding Elisium.
It was an extremely grand and magnificent sight. One fortress and wall after another hung in the sky, bearing claw marks and slash traces, each Floating City suspended in succession, filled with a tragic and murderous aura, stretching to the horizon's edge.
