He could faintly see it, the giant dragon was still circling the space. However, only four paragons remained now, and one of them had vanished.
"Did one of them die?" Drayken wondered.
At that moment, a drop of red blood fell onto Drayken's head.
He looked up.
The cloudless sky had begun to rain… blood.
The humans who witnessed this scene widened their eyes in horror.
"A paragon has died."
"Nooo!"
Some humans began to wail and cry.
Others started to bang their heads against the ground.
Drayken looked on, his brow twitching.
'You speak as if you're the victims,' he thought, shaking his head with a look of disappointment. 'You had the nerve to attack me during my wedding, came at me with full force and now, when I defend myself, you paint us as the villains.'
But he didn't stop there. Lightning surged in his core, and with a blast, he struck the humans, reducing several to smithereens before they could regain their footing.
