Sometime later, POV Vesuvius:
Large wyverns rose into the air, their grey scales reflecting the sunlight. In a matter of seconds, they pierced and reached the blue winter sky above the clouds.
The few people on their backs looked around with wide eyes.
They quickly rose higher and higher, turning only into a flock of small dots indistinguishable from birds.
The dragon watching them lift nodded with his head and looked towards the horizon. His minions were all slowly moving towards the volcano, the future heart of his kingdom.
'With them gone. There is nothing left but to prepare for war and hope for peace.'
Rumours of an enormous bounty reached his ears a long time ago. There were rumours of famous mercenary groups marching towards him, all blinded by the vision of monetary reward.
