The storm, perhaps due to the arrival of Astra, an existence of the same Level, temporarily reined in a trace of its fury.
The cloud cover was no longer so low and oppressive.
The wind, too, seemed to have grown a little gentler.
Astra didn't immediately let out a roar. It just hovered quietly a thousand meters high in the sky, its massive eyes, like two Suns, calmly gazing down at the storm-shrouded cape below.
It was waiting.
Waiting for the master of this territory to reveal itself.
Raylo's heart leaped into his throat.
He knew that what came next would be the first and most direct confrontation between the two Catastrophe Level powerhouses.
Only after this clash would he earn the right to communicate with the Flowing Wind Giant Dragon, a Catastrophe Level Giant Dragon.
"ROAR!"
A long, high-pitched, yet weary and sorrowful roar echoed from the depths of the cape, from atop its tallest and steepest peak.
And then.
Before Raylo's stunned gaze.
