His blazing wings folded, the dragon hovered within the golden radiance of his divine kingdom. Rivers of golden coins flowed beneath him, gleaming under the star's glow. With eyes as sharp as a predator's, he watched the fallen angel, the demonic dragon, and the angel, all floating before him, suspended mid-air, seemingly defying gravity.
With the angels' inexplicable retreat, Vesuvius dragged his unexpected allies to his divine kingdom. He wanted answers—answers to all the shit that was happening around him. He fought and waged war against ancient beings, yet, seemingly lacked the information to even grasp what they wanted.
Gathering all the power in his voice cords, the immeasurable energy of his stars flowing through him, he spoke, "I am part of this war! I want answers! I want to know everything!"
