POV Vesuvius:
The massive sandstorm calmed down the huge, armoured dragon in the sky, staring at the annoying players standing in the middle of the desert. His eyes glowed in slight annoyance and irritation.
'If it wasn't for my space magic, I would get hit by that stupid pile of sand, thanks to these idiots.'
The storm intensified once more, the whole desert in the background shifting, the sand rising into the sky. The yellowy, dusty clouds raised once more, obscuring the sun in a few seconds.
'Huh, this wasn't the end?' The dragon turned away from the players to face the incoming sandstorm.
The clouds spun, forming massive sandy vortexes, all moving straight towards the dragon. He felt a strong aura from them, all carrying very specific signatures, 'Sand elementals this time. And high ranked on top of that.'
The vortexes kept spinning, all of them moving towards the dragon with a speed of a train rolling down a hill, raising clouds of dust in their tracks.
