The raging flames of the white dragon burned two trenches around the capital, decimating several farms and ending with a death toll in the hundreds. Albeit that, the millions living in the capital survived the disaster.
"Bloody hell!" Charlie cried, "And that's is our winter rations gone up in flames," He stared at the burned farms right after the blast.
"At what stage the evacuation was? I sent an order for everyone to hide underground," Thomas rushed to the wall guards.
One of the guards approached them with a worried face, "Midway. Just from the walls, the scouts can spot fifty dead people. And those were barely visible bones," His face paled like ash.
"So we're talking in the hundreds," Thomas grasped his head.
"Brother, you can't expect to fight a dragon without losses. We're lucky half the city didn't get sent to see our ancestors." Charlie patted Thomas's shoulder.
