Theo’s body stiffened as Nídhöggur’s presence surrounded him. He managed to keep his composure, but the rest of the mortals fell to the ground without daring to look up at the sky. Nídhöggur was a being they couldn’t even face! But it was better this way. They would have been needlessly provocative if they had managed to stay standing.

... We would be dead without Mitra.

It was true. He could see power radiating from her that was offsetting the pressure coming from the inky sky. It was like a fly falling after being hit by a sudden clap. Just like how people didn’t hesitate to trample on ants, Nídhöggur had no need to think about slaughtering mortals.

The malevolence of the Sneering Butcher, Nídhöggur, was worse than they had imagined.

- Kuhuhu, you say that you are going to deal with this body?

Nídhöggur silenced Elvenheim from the distant sky. The girl with the wheat-colored hair looked so small next to the dragon that suppressed the sun with a word and ripped the sky apart. For a moment, Dmitra, the ancient elemental who had become the incarnation...