Slowly the golden glow died down revealing a well built young man standing like a tyrant on the dragon back.
"Ahhhrrrr…"
A deafening roar shook the skies, its resonance tearing through the hearts of every being present. The golden dragon stared at the battlefield, its form so divine that even the strongest of warriors trembled in awe. The very sky seemed to darken in reverence, as if bowing to the arrival of a true god of war.
The 9 Realms Army, once chanting their victory cries, fell into stunned silence. The dragon's cry left them in a fearful state. Thousands dropped their weapons, their bodies unable to bear the weight of fear. Some collapsed on their knees, clutching their chests, their hearts unable to endure the divine cry of ancient dragon.
Jason Mama's face drained of color. His eyes widened in horror as he stared at the figure standing on the golden dragon's head.