Bradley: "That city in the sky... what the hell is that?"
Blank: "Retreat! Forget the last dragon mount, the Demon God Barrier won't hold!"
Drunken Dream: "Everyone to me! Denoka's got a teleport circle—move!"
Across all fronts—whether NPC Dragon Knights or players—chaos erupted. A bone-deep chill spread through every heart. The pressure in the air wasn't just heavy—it was suffocating.
Under that oppressive aura, personal strength felt utterly insignificant.
Even knowing this was "just a game," players couldn't help the tremble in their souls.
"Heaven's domain... destroyed?" Orson muttered, narrowing his eyes. The sky projection showed a realm of ruin—once glorious, now reduced to rubble.
Even in life-sharing mode, with a health bar that defied reason, the descent of this heavenly city made him feel crushed.
"Group up! Damn it—Veijander, Grevor, Glacier!"
