Just as Vesuvius wanted to rage at the cruel twist of fate, something changed. The thick, white clouds formed far in the distance. The howling winds reach throughout the entire countryside and spread over kilometers. The glow of the flames in the distance flickered out…
Then dozens of lights flashed beyond the horizon as electrical arcs sparked in the spinning tempest clouds.
'Was I wrong? Did, the storm god also attack?'
A familiar yet still threatening aura reached him. It was the draconic aura of the ancient dracowyrm.
'No, why am I despairing! I have spent so much effort and time building and strengthening my forces. I am not alone.' Only now that his shock and panic from the sudden attack had subsided could he think calmly about the situation.
The dragon's eyes zoomed like a pair of binoculars onto the streets of a nearby town.
