CHAPTER 205 — THE AFTERMATH OF A SHIELD
For a few seconds after the emerald beam vanished, nobody moved.
The sky above the city was still glowing faintly green where the dragon's attack had split apart and scattered into the atmosphere. Dust floated through the air in slow drifting clouds, lit by emergency lights and distant fires burning across several damaged districts.
Sirens were everywhere.
Ambulances. Fire engines. Police units.
All of them screaming through the streets below.
Yet the battlefield in the sky had fallen strangely quiet.
Dean Xu Canglong hovered in the air, holding the body of Grandmaster Tenzin Dorje in his arms.
The old monk's robes were torn in several places where the pressure of the dragon's beam had torn through fabric and skin alike. Blood had soaked into the cloth around his wrists and shoulders. His breathing was faint, almost impossible to hear over the distant noise of the city.
For a moment, Canglong did not say anything.
