On the day the dragon emerges, it's best to avoid travel. Clouds follow the dragon's ascension, the sun hides while darkness descends. Those who follow will prosper, those who oppose will perish.
At the height of the day, suddenly dark clouds pressed down like a cover, a wild wind arose, and quickly black clouds draped with ink formed a vortex over the marsh. Soon, a fierce cyclone rose with the sound of ten thousand cattle roaring together. In an instant, torrential rain poured down, thunder roared, shaking the heavens and earth. At once, the world lit up, piercing the daytime sky.
After a brief moment, the wind stopped, the rain ceased, thunder silenced, and lightning dissipated. Only was the water in the marsh boiling, a massive rupture appeared centrally, and a column of water shot up into the sky, as thick as a hundred yards. The marsh water split apart like walls, and out emerged a dragon's head.
