POV Alesia:
The previously majestic palace of the black marble was now in ruin. The cracked and split pillars collapsed on the ground, forming bridges between islands of the ruble in the vast ocean of lava.
The short elf stood on the largest island, her hair covered with ash and snow. A pillar of light was pouring from the hole in front of her, connecting the black ground with the black sky.
'Why is everything destroyed?'
Like a king, the dragon throned on an island of pure gold, the light reflecting off the shiny golden coins, making the hoard appear on fire. His body was obscured by thick clouds that even she couldn't see through them.
Like honor guards, the monstrous war draconids stood their guard all over the charred islands of the ruble, their golden eyes curiously observing each of her moves.
She gulped down, her heart almost leaping out of her chest as she stared at a pit in the ground filled to the brim with liquid glowing so brightly that it made her eyes squint.
