Rummmble.
Struck by Harpuia's scream rocketing toward the ceiling, Imugilaim froze in its tracks. As if time itself had stopped, the creature went rigid.
"Heh heh, the words may be ridiculous, but the vocal cords are powerful."
Just as the others had inherited a dragon's power in various ways, Harpuia had received it in her vocal cords. For the harpy species, which specialized in luring enemies with enchanting singing voices, the dragon's power manifested as sonic attacks.
Dragon roar, as they commonly call it.
A vocal power so potent that a faint-hearted goblin would die of cardiac arrest just from hearing the voice of a dragon, a creature at the pinnacle of the living world. In Harpuia's case, that power had fused with her harpy traits to produce something entirely new.
"Ah, so this is what they call a sonic attack."
