POV Vesuvius:
The dark clouds erupted everywhere, obscuring the whole sky above the town and burning wastelands.
The dragon flapped his wings, flying high above the clouds, using them as his cover while he saw through them as his own glands made them.
He flew above the town, his eyes scanning the deserted streets and houses with smoking chimneys.
He stopped at the flags, breathing in relief after recognising them as the flags of the old baron, meaning that his minion was still in power.
'Or at least someone from her family. Which would still make it easier to get to them.'
He flapped his wings once more until he reached the castle in the centre of the town.
He immediately spotted his minion and a group of people in the courtyard. All of them were richly dressed in black with golden and silver chains hanging from their necks.
Dozens of soldiers in heavy armour, with their shiny, polished plates, stood around them. All of them were wearing blue and black colours.
