POV Vesuvius:
The dark reaper, the emerald dragon shining with gems, and the dark dragon obscured by the smoke waited in the silence. Their piercing gazes locked onto one another, unyielding and unwavering, while their formidable auras clashed, contending for dominance in a battle of will, control, and raw power.
"Enough. There is no time for this." The apocalyptic aura of absolute frost and the heat of the sun, supported by the mixture of the chaotically interwoven elements, expanded out, suppressing the two other auras only into tiny bubbles like small islands within a vast ocean.
A surge of pride surged through Vesuvius, filling his being with an intoxicating sense of joy. He was not the weaker entity, forced to tread cautiously in the presence of his counterparts f. He ascended to the pinnacle, becoming the one feared and respected by those around him.
He relished in the knowledge that he now reigned supreme.
