In the grand council room of Vesuvius, the ancient dragon assumed his bipedal form, towering over his councilors as he sat upon his majestic golden throne.
The room was adorned with intricate engravings, and a pulsating golden portal provided ethereal lighting. Silence enveloped the chamber as Vesuvius awaited the discussion to commence.
Each councilor lost in their own thoughts, gazed absent-mindedly at the ground while reclining in their black marble thrones engraved with symbols of their respective positions. It was apparent the weight of the impending decision weighed heavily on their minds.
Breaking the silence, Vesuvius' kin, seated upon a smaller yet elegant golden throne looking like intervened golden tree roots, spoke in her clear and melodic voice, "So, in a mere three months, hordes of ravaging monsters will descend upon our world."
