Large circular walls made of rough black stone stood on top of a tall peak reaching towards the sky, forming a base of a tower. The top layer of the wall was still glowing red from the heat, the heat radiating out of it, causing the air to shiver.
The dragon leaving behind a trail of black smoke, circled around the black stone circle, his wings tilted to the right side. His mouth was wide open, unleashing a stream of thick dark-orange, almost already cooled-down lava.
The dark-orange lava splashed against the top layer of the stone circle, forming a new layer on top of it, slowly flowing down the black stone walls.
The three curled crystalline horns on Vesuvius's head were brightly glowing, and strong winds full of water droplets surged around him, hitting against the fresh layer of lava and quickly cooling it down to form a new layer of black stone.
