The room and the statue vanished seconds later and the area turned into a classic, huge area of a battle.
The world seemed smaller under the oppressive aura of what awaited him.
"Some sort of dragons..."
"I think I can handle that."
They stood, crouched low like predators, five meters tall on average,
Their scales were a deep obsidian black, absorbing nearly all light, while sharp ridges of translucent, glass-like crystal jutted from their backs, wings, and tails.
Their eyes were molten silver, pupils razor-thin, and each one focused entirely on him.
Martin's gaze swept over them.
"Blackdemon Obsidian Drakes.
"Level 5 - Atmosphere" he muttered.
These were not simply stronger versions of lesser drakes they were apex predators of the atmospheric tier.
One of them could annihilate hundreds of Level 4 drakes without effort.
A thousand of them… no, even a hundred here could erase the entirety of the earlier stages combined.
