Accompanied by Felipe's shouts, Kazuul merged with the five-colored shadow in the high sky, and the two figures exuding terrifying auras gradually overlapped.
The ancient Red Dragon's grotesque, massive body exuded a nobility unique to a true god. A luxurious five-colored crown seemed to form on its head, and the stance of Tiamat appeared behind it.
"Roar——"
Kazuul raised his head, opened his bloodied maw, and let out a mighty roar that quickly spread from him as the center, stirring up dust like rippling waves.
In an instant, the Dragon Worshipers and priests within Sunset City knelt to the ground, their eyes vacant as they prayed, reciting ancient Draconic verses.
"When the wings extending to the sky rip dawn and dusk asunder, the ancient tyrant breaks free from his earthly prison!"
"The molten river rolling within his throat will blaze the gods' crowns into ashes!"
"A pulse emanates from the scorched earth's depths—the new era pulsates endlessly within the ashes!"
