After some time, the once-loud mountain became silent.
It had become little more than a valley of broken and destroyed rocks in what had once been the home of the western blue-scaled Drakar.
Numerous burned and/or decaying corpses were strewn around on top of this heap of debris without regard for order.
The southern commander, Greile, who was alone and hanging in the sky above, was observing this horrific spectacle.
Her scaly, Dracona-like visage twisted into an expression that appeared to be indignant at what she was witnessing.
"I assumed you'd be pleased to see your opponent die."
She heard a voice above her and raised her head in dread when she realized who it belonged to.
"Osar!"
She worriedly narrowed her eyes and spread her wings, putting some space between herself and him.
