The dragon's fiery beam surged with unstoppable force, overwhelming the island's ancient magic with a blinding brilliance. The floating landmass trembled before shattering into countless fragments, each piece tumbling from the sky like a shower of blazing meteors. Alfraed braced himself behind his shimmering barrier, a protective cocoon against the chaos, as he gazed upward. The elder dragon ascended majestically, its scales glinting in the light, while its thunderous roar reverberated across the land, a triumphant declaration of its undeniable victory.
But the dragon wasn't done.
Its molten gold eyes locked onto the former location of the island. As the cloud of debris cleared, a massive, pitch-black, menacing sphere came into view. Atop this sphere stood a cloaked figure.
