Chapter 96 - 93: Jealousy
Just as Hiatt had predicted and feared, they had barely charged out of the street-turned-inferno with all their might when the wind began to blow throughout the entire Drow district anchored by the tavern. This was an extremely rare occurrence in the relatively enclosed underground Gloomy Region. And once the wind started, it rapidly escalated from a breeze, skipping the stages of strong wind and gale.
The twelve Shadow Dancers, saved from severe burns or even death by the activation of their [Elemental Defense Shields], were barely back on their feet from the ruins when they were met with a terrible vortex akin to a category nineteen super hurricane. The dreadful hurricane, with speeds over a hundred meters per second, carried flames and swept everything along with it.
The incredulous Shadow Dancer Captain raised her head. She saw a dome dyed red by flames and the Crimson Dragon, its Abyssal Maw gaping open, drawing in the sea of fire and everything else. At first, the wind brushed past cheeks as usual, but in an instant, it grew fervent, like a monster with countless invisible tentacles, continuously tearing at clothes and hair. She wanted to warn her subordinates, but the rapidly increasing wind speed made it impossible for her to open her mouth, let alone make any sound. Just as she was losing control and about to be whisked into the air by the raging wind, all she could do was forcefully stab her twin daggers into the ground, trying her best to maintain balance and resist the ravaging gale.
However, the wind’s power instantly escalated to an insane level without warning. All objects around seemed to become weightless. All she could see was everything heading towards the origin of the whirlwind: the Red Dragon. With its wings, arms, and a gaping maw spread wide, it scorned all as they flew towards it. Tempting flames, collapsing rubble, and Drow with expressions of despair danced in the air.
Is this really the ability and destructive power a young Red Dragon can control? Just the might of that previous Dragon Breath might have exceeded that of an adolescent dragon. She even began to doubt whether it was actually an adolescent Red Dragon in disguise, one that specifically came to fish in their Spider Nest City. But wasn’t that something Gold Dragons loved to do?
Yet, the ability displayed now, as if drawing all things and devouring everything, was completely beyond her understanding. Even more incomprehensible was the situation. A task that was supposed to be as easy as securing a young Red Dragon had turned into a hellish battlefield in the blink of an eye, a place where they danced on Death’s knife-edge!
Still baffled, she was suddenly yanked upward and diagonally by a further surge of force. Her twin blades carved two fiery furrows in the continually peeling street. Despite this, she was still forcibly dragged by that incomprehensible power, as if being torn from reality and pulled into another world. Her head spun, and the wind screaming around was unbearably shrill, roaring like a wild beast. The Drow felt as if she were a piece of unattached paper, tumbling through the air. The sky was filled with dust and debris that abrasively grazed her skin. Breathing was a struggle, and with each moment, it felt as though her body were being ripped apart. It was as if the ground had disappeared from under her feet, leaving her alone with the mad hurricane, dancing alone in this boundless void. All she could do was to struggle futilely like all the other ordinary Drow, unable to resist, unable to fight back.
Just as she was about to give in to despair, thinking she would be devoured by the raging Red Dragon along with the flames and dust dancing in the wind...
"BURP~~~~~~" David, the Red Dragon at the eye of the storm, seemed to have finally eaten his fill and let out a loud belch.
Then the Shadow Dancer Captain and all the other survivors, as if reminded by gravity itself, plummeted towards the ravaged ground in unison. But before this group of unlucky souls could touch down, the survivors, including her, were horrified to see the Red Dragon open its massive maw once more, preparing for another breath.
"Again?!!" The majority of the Shadow Dancers and a few Drow that hadn’t been devoured felt like they were losing their minds.
But it was unclear whether it was a stroke of luck or misfortune. This time, David’s vocalization wasn’t the ’roar’ that had scorched the city, but rather a deep: