Just around the elvish capital, a new dragon attack has taken place. An army of a thousand fully armed dragons attacked as they sensed Lilia's absence.
The dragon's surrounded the capital immediately, "Sylph, queen of the elves. Surrender the seed to us, and we will leave the city unharmed." The army leader growled. He was a massive green dragon of untold age.
No response came from the capital for a few seconds.
CRACKLE! The forest beneath them raged, entangling half of the dragons. "Fire Squad, burn it!" As he shouted, all the red wyrms unleashed their breaths, burning the forest down.
The sky turned red, and the ground rumbled as the dragons pulled their massive swords and readied their spells. "Will get the seed by force, Charge!"
As they charged ahead, something strange happened. The entire world seemed to morph, twist, and crumble. The red sky cracked with a loud screech as the land turned into an empty wasteland.
