War.
It was something Damien had long been used to.
But this was a form he'd never seen it in.
An illusion formed around him. He was encased in its grasp, and his body was changed into another one.
Damien was sent to a place that bore similarity to the Ancient Battlefield, and on it, he was faced with and surrounded by two different armies.
One was made up of dragons of all kinds. This was the group he was with.
As for the enemies, they were a variety of mythical creatures including qilins, dryads, and everything in between.
They oozed an aura of malevolence, a clear indication of their hatred for the dragons.
And the dragons were filled with absolute pride, believing themselves unshakable.
The war began before Damien had a chance to fully understand the situation.
Both sides charged at each other, and deaths immediately appeared on both sides.
'Ah…'