Such giant dragons possessing immense strength yet defying the divine—Gush had seen far too many of them throughout the endless ages. They often met their demise in insanity—and He was certain Cassius Klaubow Norixius would be the next.
Accompanied by Gush's wrath, crimson winds swept across the land, engulfing everything within dozens of miles around Him like raging tides. These winds carried an essence of chaos, frenzy, and wickedness.
When mortals caught sight of that crimson glow from afar, a boundless terror arose within their hearts. Should they be drawn into it, they would faint immediately. Weak-minded creatures like rabbits and moles could even die outright from fright.
Should one find themselves at the heart of the domain and gaze directly into the eyes of Gush's incarnation, even the most resolute Legendary Monks would tremble uncontrollably, collapsing to their knees under the crushing pressure.
What of mortals?
