POV Vesuvius:
Full of anger, the dragon flapped his wings, rushing towards his city like a solar flare across the void.
His fury was still filling his mind. He couldn't just forgive someone injuring him and attacking him.
The streets still burned, the chaos even worse after the lightning attack.
"Thunder god? You failed. Now your minions will face my wrath" His roar shook with the ground, and instantly all the flames within the city were extinguished.
His focus turned to a single spot in the city.
A huge temple of white marble with a lightning-shaped metal fence all around it looked just like a tiny shed compared to his wingspan.
The crowds armed with torches and pitchforks surrounded it from all sides, the heavily armed kobolds already amasing to storm the temple.
'Even though I can't get the thunder god right now, I can still be petty and take it on their priests.'
