Gaga's wings tore the sky, carrying a low rumble of thunder as it circled above the castle.
Dusk coated the earth in an orange-red glow. The patrolling Guards were the first to look up, then the Long Spears in their hands fell to the ground with a CLANG.
"Mon... monster!"
"Gods! Is that a dragon?"
"To arms! To arms!!!"
The castle descended into Chaos. Bells tolled in a panicked rhythm as the guard corps swarmed the walls like startled ants. Archers drew their bowstrings, their hands trembling.
Servants screamed and scattered to hide.
Latour rushed to the highest point of the ramparts, Vincent close at his heels, their expressions utterly grave.
An Extraordinary pressure permeated the air, weighing down on everyone's chest like a mountain and making it difficult to breathe.
The elite soldiers on the ramparts felt their legs give way; they lacked even the strength to lift their shields.
Even Latour, a Great Knight, felt his heart being squeezed by an invisible hand.
