Chapter 40 Dragon's Wrath

• The Bone Dragon that erupted from the cathedral floor was magnificent and terrifying beyond description. Its skeletal frame stretched thirty feet from snout to tail, composed of bones that gleamed like polished ivory. Ancient runes carved into its skull pulsed with malevolent red light, and when it opened its maw, the sound that emerged was like the screaming of a thousand tortured souls.
• Every living person in the cathedral—friend and foe alike—froze in primal terror. Even my ghostly knights wavered, their spectral forms flickering as the dragon's presence disrupted the delicate magic that sustained them.
• "What have you done?" General Thorne shouted, his voice cracking with fear as he stumbled backward from the massive creature.