POV Vesuvius:
With a flap of the dragon's wings, all the flames sizzled out, the water drained, and the winds calmed down, leaving only silence and the mortals and elementals stricken with fear.
'It isn't entirely a bad thing as it will give me and my servants the image of saviors. This great catastrophe will reinforce the unity of my empire as all will share this horrible day.'
With the second flap, the thunders resounded, and lightning drowned the elementals, melting them into nothingness.
All the survivors collapsed or hugged each other, tears of pure joy and relief pouring from the corners of their eyes.
"We are saved!"
"Worship our draconic protectors."
"I live."
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It was the purest kind of joy, the joy of living for another day.
Still, something didn't sit right with him about the attack. He was more than aware of the importance of worshippers to the mortal gods.
'This attack makes no sense. Why did the gods attack everything in such a destructive manner.'
