Aldebaran: [――――]
With the Dragon’s breath unleashed, not only was the land scorched, but signs of its influence appeared in the sky and surrounding atmosphere as well.
With the clouds torn asunder, and the rain and wind that were supposed to have occurred banished from the land, the traces of the Dragon had been deeply engraved; ravages of the Dragon’s rage, so to speak.
Naturally, there existed no living beings that did not fear the ire of the overwhelming existence that was the Dragon.
Because there existed no beings that could fight back against a rampaging Dragon mad with rage, it was an ironclad rule that when faced with the Dragon’s fury, all forms of life would keep their heads held low, attempting to conceal their presence, and waiting for the storm to pass.
――Therefore, the likes of birds and bugs promptly approaching the ravages of that rage, was far beyond unnatural.
Aldebaran: [Looks like a miss.]
Seeing a flock of birds assembling around the area scorched by the breath to ascertain the damages, Aldebaran muttered words that would fade away in the confines of his mouth.
The vast majority of animals were straightforward, and faithful to their instincts. If that was being distorted, and they were acting in a manner dishonest to their instincts, it was proof of some sort of unnatural interference.
That was to say, it was proof that the existence enacting that unnatural interference had survived.
Ascertaining that, Aldebaran would――,
Aldebaran: [――Next.]
Muttering that, he unwrapped the poisonous drug package within his mouth, and gulped down the deadly bane.