The massive tree grew on top of the hill. Its massive trunk towered towards the sky, throwing a shadow all over the fiery hill. Clouds of smoke from the dragon's attack still drifted through the air.
The dragon was flapping his wings high in the sky, yellow light still radiating out of his open mouth.
Soon the heavy smoke dissipated, revealing blackened and broken roots with magma covering and continuously burning them. Pieces of burning wood were lying all over the large blackened swatch of land. The new roots already sprouting from the ash-covered soil, quickly growing in size.
Puddles of orange and yellow glowing magma were everywhere. The heat radiating out of them was distorting the air around them.
Vesuvius quickly analysed the situation as he looked at quickly regrowing roots, 'They are regenerating too fast, and they always shield the trunk. I could try to brute force through them or wait for an opening, but that would take a long time.'
