The night sky was dyed red by the glow of fiery flames.
Galos's wings fanned out high-temperature flames as they surged backward, carving a trajectory like a menacing star across the sky, while sparks from the friction of the fine scales on his wings surrounded him like a meteor shower.
He circled slightly.
The flames at the ends of his wing bones slowly dissipated, and he hovered in the sky, gazing down imperiously at the ogre territory.
As the flames and shockwaves gradually faded away.
It revealed a scene of devastation, with a charred and shattered surface.
The ogre territory seemed to have undergone a baptism of firepower, with densely packed, shocking deep craters on the ground, and branching cracks radiating outward like forked branches, making the entire ground appear on the verge of breaking apart.
One by one, dusty and smoke-covered ogre warriors rose to their feet.
