Osedro trembled with extreme anger, the scales on his face slightly flared open, making his dignified and solemn dragon face appear somewhat hideous.
The massive silver dragon's body surface was half-dull like it was covered with dust, the other half shimmered with a brilliant aurora, as if forcibly adjusted into two different filters.
"Despicable evil dragon!"
"You need to pay for what you have done!"
The ancient silver dragon roared again, filled with uncontrollable rage.
Osedro stretched out his right claw with all his might. A complex array several meters long appeared in his palm. Heavy stones on the ground, broken trees, and even shattered corpses floated abruptly, making the surroundings look like the void of the star realm.
The gravity within a hundred meters around was all controlled by this ancient silver dragon, an innate spellcasting ability of silver dragons.
"What have I done?"