POV Astrapolius:
The sky lit up in pale blue electrical light, the arcs of lightning dancing between the thick, impenetrable canopy of clouds.
'Annoying mortals with their stubborn nature.' The wyrm's eyes pulsed brightly with electricity as they locked onto the city of towering glass structures below. With a disdainful snort, the wyrm unfurled its colossal wings, a celestial tapestry of lightning woven into their span, stretching from one horizon to the other. The entire sky seemed to bow under their weight.
"Mortals, let your arrogant leaders be your doom." The words, heavy with scorn, resonated through the charged air.
Even though the casualties were insignificant and only involved the lower-ranking draconic species, an example had to be set—any attack against them equals disproportional retaliation.
"Your Highness, the city was looted, and our troops have retreated." The mental message resounded in their head.
