{Regardless of this matter, I still seek a united empire.}
….
Ignoring the shouts and loud explosions, Fryssel rushed out, dashing haphazardly around as he raced towards the group of islanders, who were so scared they had to huddle up together. The island was on fire, bright like an erupted volcano.
It puzzled Fryssel how much destruction the creatures were capable of but he knew already. Sharen's hometown had been destroyed in similar manner though Dulhe hadn't lasted as long as Dydil.
According to the reports, it had taken just one gigantically monstrous Haklaran to spit out a stream flame that razed the village, burning out everything.
Fryssel's heart thumped in his chest, his legs wobbly but he kept running. An explosion of blue flame burst forth, shattering the area he was running at and he jumped out in time to avoid the burns. The Haklaran growled then flew over his head, spitting out more flames.
