The air crackled with tension, thick with the weight of something inevitable.
[The next explosion will be the final one before the Hatred Demon reveals himself,] the Crown of Calamity's voice echoed within Alex's mind, heavy with an unshakable certainty.
"Quickly!"
Xyrran's voice, usually calm and composed, carried a rare edge of urgency.
His massive dragon form trembled slightly as he cast a wary glance toward the swirling ritual circle below.
The runes that lined its surface pulsed violently, the energy radiating from it nearly suffocating.
It was reaching its limit.
They could all feel it—something immense, something beyond comprehension was about to be unleashed.
The entire city groaned under the sheer force of the energy emanating from that circle, as if Dragon City itself was being crushed under the weight of an unseen power.
None of them wanted to be around when that power finally broke free.