Black fumes rose into the atmosphere, the cackling sounds of fire consuming the rooftops of houses, sounds of people screaming and running out of their homes, a fire-breathing, black dragon, expelling deadly fire continuously and distributing it around, and a female dragon warrior with a crazy smile on her face sitting comfortably on the back of the dragon and directing it.
This was the sight the people living in the north district of Silver Lake woke up to the next morning — at least, those whose houses were far behind. As for those whose houses were on the front line of the attack, they weren't sure if anyone of them were still alive. The level of fire consuming the houses was enough to kill all hope that anyone would survive.
While the chaos was going on, those who successfully got out of their houses, fled the scene of the trouble, leaving everything they had behind. They were majorly werewolves, but no one dared to stand and fight.
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