To them, the approaching Giant Dragon in the sky was nothing less than a feast descending from the heavens.
Its dense aura of life and energy instantly threw the ruins below into an uproar.
Roars erupted from the ruins as dozens of black figures shot out from every corner, clambering onto crumbling walls to let out greedy bellows at the Giant Dragon in the sky.
"Endless bugs."
Mage Wendel's brow furrowed deeper, his irritation at being disturbed written all over his face.
He didn't bother to look at the specific appearance or number of the Demons below. Instead, he simply swept the area with his Spiritual Power, confirming that aside from the Void Demons, no other life signatures remained.
Then, Mage Wendel raised a hand. He aimed the wide sleeve of his Mage Robe at the vast city ruins below and gave it a gentle shake.
WHOOSH!
This time, what poured from his sleeve was not a few specks of fire.
It was a roiling river of crimson Flame!
