The Zagros Mountains, where storm winds and thunder intertwined.
It was as if a thousand demon dragons were roaring in unison, the howling thunder transformed into dancing silver serpents, endlessly spreading over the land.
The majestic red-black dragon could only flap its wings constantly to evade, its speed undoubtedly swift, but not swifter than light. Under Khukhu's will, the lightning connected into a web, almost swallowing the demon dragon completely.
But that was only "almost".
To an outsider, under such terrifying onslaught, nothing should have survived.
However, Khukhu could clearly sense that this demon dragon had not sustained significant damage, because its flight path seemed capable of predicting the lightning's impact points, always staying at the edge of this vast sky's might.
