POV Vesuvius
The dragon lying on the mountain of gold in the middle of the ocean of molten stone opened his mouth wide, and purple light flickered in its depths.
'More lenses, I need to learn more lenses.' Of all the spells in his repertoire, his lens magic is by far the most useful and versatile. Yet, he neglected it for a long time.
'I have leveled so much but I still didn't take the time to learn the new lenses.'
An array of the first lenses he felt would be a nice and versatile addition to his repertoire floated in his mind.
Runes arranged and flared within his mouth, forming a spiderweb-like pattern of lines within a circle.
The breath of purple fire burst from his throat, its temperature so blazing it made the magma below bubble violently as it evaporated. The flames passed through the web, and immediately the stream of fire burst and split into dozens of thinner streams.
