POV Vesuvius:
The dragon sat on top of a tall white peak with a storm going berserk around it, lightning striking everywhere and winds loudly howling.
The cracks in his dark armour glowed brightly in blue light as he faced an opposite peak.
The ancient wyrm named Astrapolius rested there, their long tail wrapped around it. The lighting was constantly striking their body, electricity surging through them.
"Your magic is crude. It lacks any elegance and practicality, it works, but it isn't optimal. It is not even standard magic; circuits have many deviations to make it more destructive, deviations that are beyond your knowledge to devise."
The words hurt Vesuvius very much, his pride getting hurt.
Until now, he knew he was behind in studying magic, but he thought it was in an acceptable range. Still, he bit his tongue, not daring to interrupt the wyrm as he waited for more information.
