In just a few seconds, there came the sound of a whistle and the roar of waves behind him, the skyward fury of Orochi's eight heads, the thunderous crash as the Sword in the Stone struck a dragon wing, and the sky-splitting sound resonating when a meteor exploded.
The only thing that remained unchanged... was the dragon's roar and wail.
The world seemed to be lamenting, the atmosphere raging, the frenzied winds continuously fluttering his clothes while a huge meteor fragment skimmed past the side of the sled, barely overturning the reindeer.
Finally, amid a rapid cry, the sled tilted steeply and teetered precariously; at this moment, Cezar snapped back to his senses, turning his head urgently to look.
"Li Qingping—!"
His pupils suddenly contracted. He saw a dragon, a giant dragon without a head. Wings broken on the ground, a shattered tail, and broken claws.
