The violent shockwave flipped over several smaller golems nearby.
Thick smoke mixed with the stench of burning protein rose to the sky.
Though the sound was deafening, the entire battlefield fell into silence for an instant, and the flames rose like a sun from the ground, destroying every obstacle in its path.
"Is it over? The Destructive Dragon Breath is stronger than I imagined."
Galos exhaled a hot breath slowly, feeling unsatisfied.
With one Destructive Dragon Breath, he nearly wiped out the Great Workshop Master, the Goblin Elders, and their core alchemy machines, yet the breath did not greatly drain Galos himself.
The branding red color on his body faded, and his scale armor returned to its normal black-red hue.
Galos was still energetic, his stamina almost full.
"Let's kill the remaining resistors and end the battle completely," he thought.
Suddenly, a blinding golden light burst from the ground where the flames hadn't completely extinguished.
