"Saint Figarland Garling has made a move! We are saved!"
"Garling-sei, strike down these intruders and kill them all at once!" a surviving Celestial Dragon shrieked hysterically. The piercing, abrasive voice echoed through the entire space. His face was as pale as paper, and his lips trembled incessantly as if every drop of blood had drained from them.
The recent brutal carnage had instilled a profound sense of terror into his high-and-mighty heart, causing his body to shudder uncontrollably. As a descendant of the exalted gods, he had never experienced such panic before.
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