POV Vesuvius:
The three-winged angel vanished in the stream of dragon breath. Immediately all of the angels dimmed down, their wings woven from a light getting smaller and more transparent. Everything quieted down, the remaining angels faltering, all turning towards the huge black dragon with his shiny black scales with golden patterns exposed in the sky.
Their glowing eyes were flickering, with their resolve faltering for the first time.
Vesuvius finally closed his mouth, the last bits of neon-red magma raining towards the ground, splashing all over the destroyed landscape. His bubbling rage settled down, with all of the whispers finally vanishing with a strong feeling of satisfaction spreading from the cursed heart.
Multiple loud dings resounded in his mind as he finished multiple of his quests. He was in no mood to read through them as he had some important discoveries that he had to sort out while they were still fresh.
