The silver purple radiance converged, condensing into an obsidian dragon as streams of silver purple energy coursed through its massive body, a mechanical halo rotating slowly above its head.
It flapped its majestic wings a single time, and the ground several hundred thousand meters below cracked directly from the sheer force, fissures spreading like spiderwebs across the battlefield.
Below the dragon, several thousand Infernals lined up one by one, their figures emerging clearly as the pressure descended.
They possessed fiery wings, unlike Lia's Infernals, whose backs remained bare.
Perhaps the summoning itself, or the summoner, altered the characteristics of the beings drawn from hell, reshaping them to better suit their master.
"Grey Lockhart." The red robed third ranker spoke slowly, his voice dripping with chilling intent. "You've finally arrived."
