While Solstice blasted sunfire at the door, Isolde flew to the statue. People were like ants that swarmed the open space around this Elven goddess.
All these people looked at her. They all flinched and retreated in waves when she landed with Ghost and Aion. The sight of these large beasts that could easily fit more than two people into their mouths so close made people flinch.
Especially when these dragons had just slaughtered their foes and came down with wounds. One slight irritation and they could turn thousands into ash with a single breath.
The wind howled and blew harshly as Luthor soared above them with Grace. Smoke drifted from the corpses of the dragons that lay in the rubble of buildings. Several districts became casualties to the battle of these behemoths.
Even though they were all from Earth and over ninety-five percent of them were summoners, they couldn't believe someone could summon all these dragons.
It just made those who thought they were something feel small.
