บท 157: Strange premonition

On the inconspicuous coastline of the Mekong Delta, large waves washed ashore a small temple.

The temple was ravaged, seemingly by the passing of time.

In front of the temple, the debris of a signboard vaguely drew into the shape of a divine dragon eating an apple.

Though this seemed like an ancient ruin, it was completely intact just a few hours ago.

Then, a winged monster from nightmares emerged on this ordinary afternoon and left the building in such a state.

Around the nearby villages, a legend about a ghost that gave retribution to evil warlords started spreading like wildfire, and the tyrannous, albeit superstitious local warlords changed their means, as a way to escape this divine retribution.

Meanwhile, the monster that caused such an uproar was flying nonchalantly above the shores.

'My flying speed is too slow...' Alex lamented.