The burning red flames on the throne slightly flickered, its red radiance dimming together with the whole world.
Dense and massive clouds of black smoke appeared in the distance at the edge of the wasteland world. The smoke was moving and transforming as if it was alive.
Vesuvius opened his mouth, a purple flame gathering and spinning inside, quickly forming a massive rotating sphere of purple magma.
The black smoke on the horizon condensed, forming a massive shadowy body. It was quickly taking on shape. It formed enormous wings, four legs ending in long pitch-black claws and a long tail.
The beast's size was quickly growing, its massive wings covering half of the horizon, the whole drake easly reaching at least ten floors high.
Vesuvius immediately recognised what it was. The shape and everything looked exactly like a huge dragon made of shadows, 'No, it lacks something in its aura. It is only a drake, but a huge one.'
