A colossal black dragon dominated the painting. Its golden eyes burned fiercely against its obsidian scales, wings spread wide as if to blot out the heavens. Violet light erupted from its body, filling the space with an oppressive, tyrannical aura.
It was only a mural.
Yet it felt alive.
Every scale was rendered with terrifying clarity. The pressure radiating from it was suffocating, as if the hall itself were collapsing beneath the dragon's might.
Violetta's face drained of color as her body shook violently, barely able to remain standing.
Raziel fared even worse. His knees buckled almost instantly.
Ray caught him before he hit the ground.
The moment Raziel came into contact with Ray, a strange sensation surged through him. The oppressive fear retreated just enough for him to regain his footing.
Compared to the others, Ray stood far steadier.
