Thunder continuously crashes down around him, yet none ever truly strike their mark.
All the demon dragons are rushing forward like they're possessed, clawing their way up the mountainous terrain when the rough paths are too narrow for their massive bodies.
If there were any more dragons, it would probably resemble a zombie siege.
Gapar is still hitching a ride on the Great Demon Dragon's body, taking in the surrounding scenery.
He feels like he might be the only one who truly senses the atmosphere here.
Red lightning crashes down around him constantly but rarely ever hits him; if he were an ordinary person, his psychological pressure would likely be through the roof, unsure of where the next strike might land. The demon dragons, however, frequently get struck, given their sheer size.
