The dragon's wings beat once, and the heavens screamed.
Wind and ash tore through the city as the monstrous creature wheeled above the rooftops. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and blood.
Down below, the capital city of Camelot burned.
A deep growl rumbled in the dragon's chest before erupting into a torrent of abyssal fire.
The inferno poured from its jaws, consuming everything in its path. Entire streets were engulfed in flame. Houses, towers, and the people who hadn't run fast enough.
The roar of the fire drowned out their screams.
Up above, mages stationed on the rooftops raised their staves. Spell formations flared to life across the skyline, weaving together into a vast dome of light-blue mana.
The dragonfire struck it, and for a brief, desperate moment, the barrier held.
The city shone beneath its trembling shield, like a candle struggling against a hurricane.
But the dragon didn't stop.
