The smoke from the Demon Dragon's breath obscured the sky and covered the sun.
It was as if the world had come to an end, with the earth cracking open and erupting with boiling lava.
Countless rays of magical light were cast at that massive silhouette, but they vanished like mud into the sea, without any feedback. The Casters and Holy Knights left behind in the camp were exhausted due to the deployment of most forces that could threaten the Demon Dragon to deal with the three-headed Ladon, rendering them utterly incapable of halting the destructive strides of the Demon Dragon.
"Advisors of the allies, Marshal has returned to the command center to preside over the situation. Please follow me immediately to the bulletproof bunker!"
The British Army was not unprepared for the Demon Dragon's attack. They had arranged numerous bunkers within the camp, each inscribed with various Magic Arrays, capable of countering the scorching heat to the greatest extent.
