POV Vesuvius:
The waves smashed against the sharp rock sticking from the wild sea. The massive glaciers in the distance reflected the red glow from the sky in the glossy glass-like surfaces carried by the violent sea currents.
The enormous form of the dragon was surrounded by the deep darkness of nearly absolute zero temperatures, bright flashes of supercharged lightning, and energetic bursts of solar flares.
Each move of his wings sent a tsunami tumbling across the sea and explosions of steam.
'Northern sea.' Vesuvius didn't forget the hint he got from the god of death.
Just at first glance, he could feel an immense power deep beneath him, bearing the signature of divine energy. The sea constantly swirled with waves crashing against each other in unnatural intensity and direction.
'That pattern is too chaotic to be natural.'
Suddenly a calm, flowing voice resonated within his head. 'Get out, dragon. Your kind shouldn't be here.'.
