The air within the blazing hot palace of black stone rippled with magic as a large surge of mana shot into the distance, vanishing through the walls and space.
The dragon, fully submerged in the blazing hot magma of molten metal, stirred, sending a large tsunami of lava spilling over its edge on the vast floor of the polished black marble.
A spell formed in the dragon's mind, and an invisible connection opened, heading far, far away, sucking his mana like an unsatiable blackhole.
The connection pulsed one single time, and then there was silence. Evil, corrupted energy, and heat of unimaginably hot flames on its other end.
"Your Draconic Majesty..." Vesuvius hated to bow his head, but the being on the other side was much more powerful, standing on top of the demonic and draconic hierarchy.
A distorted voice entered directly into his soul and resonated through his mind, "Speak..."
