(info before this was corrupted but the AI was able to finished the ending and changed their original idea.)
The battle raged on, with her people fighting valiantly, but it was clear that they were outnumbered and outmatched. She watched as her people fell one by one, their bodies piling up around her broken form. She felt a rage building up inside her, a fire that threatened to consume her entire being. With a roar that shook the ground, she summoned every ounce of her power, pushing herself to her feet despite her injuries.
In that moment, she was no longer a goddess or a dragon. She was a force of nature, a being of pure energy and fury. With a mighty flap of her wings, she took to the skies, unleashing a barrage of lightning and fire that decimated the enemies below. Every inch of her body was alight with power, and she reveled in the feeling of it. She knew that this was the end, that she would not survive this battle, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the defense of her people, the protection of her land.
As the last of the enemies fell, she collapsed to the ground, her energy spent. Her people gathered around her, tears streaming down their faces as they realized what had just happened. They knew that their goddess was dying, that this was the end. She looked up at them, a serene smile on her face, and whispered a final blessing. And then, with a final breath, she was gone.
For days after, there was peace. The Beings mourned the loss of their goddess, but they also celebrated her sacrifice. They honored her memory by living their lives in the way she had taught them, by maintaining the land she had loved so fiercely. And as the years passed, her memory faded, becoming just another legend of a bygone era. But for those who knew her, who had loved her, she would always be remembered as the great dragon goddess who had given everything to protect her people.