Not only did the woman, Ananta, spread a vicious aura that seemed to rip the souls of the city guards to shreds but the Mother of All Black Dragons wasn't alone. Behind her, stood a sea of snarling Wyrms covered by obsidian scales consisting of all of her Brood but the younglings.
The flapping of the Black Dragons' wings caused a storm that had triggered the anti-natural calamity arrays protecting Telesta, and rumbling violet flames roared from their open mouths.
The soldiers doubted the Imperial Guard could slow the greed of Wyrms down, let alone stop it.
"One moment, please." The soldier said with a raspy voice as he pushed the red alert button on his communicator.
Even the lowliest of soldiers had the chance to report important events to the highest authority of the Empire, but it came with a price. If it was a joke, no matter if drunken or caused by any state of euphoria, the sentence was high treason.
