However, what truly caught Ronan's eye was not these Elemental Spirits with strength beyond the Third Rank. At this moment, all his attention was drawn to a scene in the distance—
What a magnificent and grand creation it was.
A colossal figure, completely forged of hurricane and lightning, towering thousands of meters tall. Beneath the dense black curtain of clouds, it was crowned with an endless purple Northern Lights. Countless lightning cascaded down from its body, and twelve tornadoes connecting the heaven and earth formed its majestic backbone, while its ankles were submerged in streams of lava erupting continuously from the earth's crust.
Ronan could not see its entire form; thick cumulonimbus clouds obscured most of its body. He could only see four pairs of wings as terrifying as vacuum blades and a tail of electromagnetic storms extending for who knows how many miles.
The heavens and earth were trembling slightly.
That was the sound of its heavy breathing.
