While his lords ran wild, Helios continued on his fiery rampage.
As he spewed arcs of white flames from his three massive heads, he decimated the area in front of him for thirty kilometers.
The signature flames of the dragon king easily reduced anything they touched to ash within only a mere second. Whether it was a person, wildlife or even a building, it made absolutely no difference in the end.
As time went on, Helios' flames became more and more intense, an indicator of his growing rage and frustration.
Is this all that he has left in this world?
Burning down meager enemies who can't even begin to defend themselves?
Were there no more challenges?
The years he spent embroiled in glorious battle now seemed like a distant memory as he looked at the field of smoldering ruins before him.
Disappointment and utter boredom began to cloud his ancient mind.
