Intermittent dragon frequencies came from the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, and sonar scanned out the heartbeats of living things beneath the wreckage of the ice sea—the bronze city that was supposed to be buried forever with Dragon King Norton was seeping out a black shadow as thick as asphalt. At the same time, hybrids around the world have fallen into madness one after another: bronze rust stains appear in their pupils, and they chant the same ancient prophecy in their dreams - "He spins a web at the bottom of the abyss."
