"Roar—"
A long, resounding Dragon's Roar spread throughout a hundred miles, the slowly descending Dragon's Might made everyone's shoulders heavy, unable to resist the urge to kneel in worship.
"Sizzle—"
The sound of air bursting rang out, followed by a howling wind.
A Red Dragon over forty meters in length beat its wings, stirring up a scorching hurricane with flashing sparks, leaping from the top of the Isdalia Grand Altar.
The sunlight showered over the Red Dragon's scarlet scales, enshrouding its body in a thin, blurred halo, as if a Divine being had descended.
Its broad Dragon Wings obscured the sun, casting vast shadows over the thousands of Imperial People below, all fearless within the shadow, instead filled with excitement and feeling tremendously honored.
Beneath the shade of the Red Dragon's wings, in other regions this might signal death, but in the Ashen Empire, it was a symbol of glory and luck.
"Cassius above..."
"Such an honor."