"Aivendel City indestructible?"
"In the face of the great Father God Guosh's offspring, nothing is indestructible!"
The Orc riding on the back of the Dragon Beast raised his Great Axe high, his eyes bulging with rage as he roared, revealing huge, yellowed fangs.
"Roar—"
Ignoring the many Orcs in front of him, the veins on his arms bulging, he violently chopped down with his Great Axe.
A thunderclap on a clear day, resounding through the heavens, a bloody gale swept in, instilling terror in everyone around.
Instantly, bloodlight tore through the air, and even the Orcs before him were not spared, as their severed limbs flew through the air and blood splattered everywhere.
"Boom!"
Dust filled the air, metal clanged, accompanied by bloodlight and shockwaves; the complex magical runes on the door flashed incessantly, gradually dimming.