The dragon's descent was not a landing; it was a celestial impact.
As the beast's massive talons bit into the shattered plaza, the displaced air hit like a physical wall, a hurricane of dust and pulverized marble that drowned out the dying cries of the battlefield.
KRA BOOOOOOOM!
The impact sent a violent seismic shockwave through the ground, sending secondary fracture lines screaming through the substrate. Rex felt it instantly through his [Earthen Authority]: a jagged, agonizing pulse of kinetic energy that felt like a hot needle being driven into his very consciousness.
The dragon's arrival had turned the battlefield into a vortex of chaos.
The two riders sat atop the beast, their eyes scanning the carnage with a chilling, detached precision. They didn't look like saviors; they looked like harvesters arriving at a field that had already been partially reaped.
