POV General:
The general trembled so much that his armour clanged, his whole world collapsing before his very own eyes. He quickly ran out of the tent, leaving the bewildered commanders behind.
"G-general!" A shaking soldier saluted him, but he ignored him, jumping on top of his horse and galloping out of the camp towards the horizon. He wasn't stupid and knew what was going on.
'That wyrm must have finally reached an ancient stage. There will be no fight. This will be a massacre, a one-sided massacre.' He no longer cared about his standing or rank. He just wanted to get away and escape alive.
No one tried to stop him, everyone looking at the raging sky above their heads, while the rest recognised his armour and let him pass.
'Better be a coward than a dead man. Oh, God, why me? I am already so close to retirement.'
POV Vesuvius:
