"ROAR!"
The Beast of Thunder let out a tremendous roar, and in the distance, half the sky filled with thunderclouds.
Flickering ominously, it was the calm before the storm.
"Why is the Beast of Thunder here? Xylos, what have you done?" Silas Linden's expression was grim, as if facing a great enemy. He watched the massive beast, wreathed in lightning, draw ever closer, his gaze darkening with each passing moment.
Xylos's laughter mingled with the RUMBLING thunder, adding a touch of madness to the air. "Using the Little Phoenix as the eye of the array was worth it after all. It actually summoned the Beast of Thunder. They all said the Beast of Thunder was lost without a trace, but this king simply had to give it a try."
"ROAR!" The Beast of Thunder's roars grew louder and more furious, like claps of thunder tearing through the heavy sky. The very ground of the Frostwastes began to tremble faintly.
