CHAPTER 212 — THE DRAGON THAT WOULD NOT FALL
The sky above the hospital district had turned into a battlefield of storms.
Emerald light and black-gold void energy collided again and again in violent bursts that rippled across the clouds like thunderheads clashing in midair. Each impact rolled outward in shockwaves that rattled the windows of buildings across the city.
The Jade Dragon's enormous wings carved arcs through the sky as it circled its opponent.
Opposite it—
Long Hao hovered calmly.
Dark energy swirled faintly around his body like drifting smoke, the eclipse-shaped sigil on his chest glowing softly beneath his coat.
Below them, the Eight regrouped on the rooftop of a damaged hospital tower.
General Han Dae-Woo leaned against a cracked ventilation unit, breathing heavily.
"Tell me I'm not the only one seeing this," he muttered.
Commander Rafael Ibarra wiped sweat and dust from his brow.
"No."
He stared upward.
"You're definitely seeing it."
