POV A surviving lucky player:
The battlefield burned in flames, and the few surviving soldiers on the camp's edges breathed out in relief as the wyrm, no dragon, flapped its wings, vanishing into the distance.
The smell of burning was ever present, with clouds of ash filling the air. The fire was glowing through the whole camp, with tattered flags and tents flailing in the wind.
"I have survived! Haha, suck it, system! You told me that surviving was impossible, yet I have done it!" A single player was dancing and jumping in the destroyed camp, his skin covered in burns and all of his hair gone as they burned away.
Suddenly loud howls came from a distance, and dozens of bright spots ignited in the distant mountain canyon. Sounds of armoured boots hitting against the stone echoed between the mountain peaks.
