It didn't take long for the frenzied dragon to become the singular thing everyone was speaking of, after he begun his mad rush to satiate his abnormal hunger, dozens and dozens of villages and cities fell prey to him.
Kilometers upon kilometers of lands were scrorched and deprived of all life, the flames he left behind continously spreading as if they were just as hungry for destruction as the one they came from.
Soon enough, the entirety of the continent knew of him, he was now the singular, most infamous 'person' of the continent.
Dramentia could be proud of himself, he was such a terrifying and unpredictable existence that it barely took a few months of senseless destruction for everyone to agree to join forces to fell him.
Ruviko kept its head low, hoping that no one would ever discover just from where Dramentia had originated and they put into the operation, the entirety of their anto-dragon golems.
Although two of them had definitely proven to be of no use as they had gone missing just like the rest during his grand escape, they didn't mention any of it, everyone was just putting everything they had into this beautiful hunt.
Even the dragon worshippers had joined in, the fact that Dramentia's favorite dish was the object of their zeal probably helped them come to this decision.
There had been a very specific point to Ruviko trying to breed an army of dragons and this was to finally be able to invade Castelos, and more accurately, bring down the one person they believed was in the way of it all.
Ironically though, just like everyone, they were hoping that Foslauz, The Pyrite Heroine would be able to put an end to the 'Cannibal Dragon'.
Some had already tried to fight him and none were there anymore to contribute to the efforts.
Dramentia didn't move with any logic, he didn't head straight for populated areas, he just made random movements, bringing chaos and fear wherever he went and only making a calculated move when he happened to run into his favorite snack or when someone tried to attack him.
Still, not everyone was overly panicked, for Dramentia was currently getting closer and closer to the draconic lands, the entirety of the north belonged to dragons and their kind, and many found it hard to believe that he would be able to come out alive of it.
Everyone was aware that the primeval dragon as well as the ancestral dragon were there, however, in the back of their minds, they couldn't scratch the possibility that the cannibal would be able to cheat death anyways, for his flesh seemed impossible to harm.
The most devoted to the worship of the deities seemed convinced that Dramentia was either, the apocalypse itself and a punishment sent to wreak havoc or that he would eventually be smitten down by the heavens.
Everyone had their beliefs and theories, meanwhile, Dramentia was just hungry.
The easing scent of flesh and blood permeated the air all around him, he had just wandered into a buffet for one but himself, finally, after so long, he would be treated to a true meal rather than crumbs dispersed all over the place.
As far his eyes could see, it seemed like this gigantic land was filled with nothing but food waiting to be taken.
Dramentia had gotten to taste many of the caterpillars, whether they were hairy and small or lean and with pointy ears, they still all tasted the same.
However, the mad dragon wasn't even able to get a single bite before he was welcomed as he deserved, by getting slapped to the ground and turned into a puddle of himself.
Seemingly unnafected by the blow that sent a shockwave felt throughout the entirety of the continent and even further, the melting dragon reshaped his head and gave his warmest smile to the two dragons that had come to greet him.
"A shaaaame, I wanted to keep the best for last~" he said as he fully reconstructed and looked up at the largest of dragons in existence.
Instead of cowering and hiding like other monarchs would have, the primeval and ancestral dragons had chosen to be the first line of defense.
Dramentia had grown to be larger and longer than dozens of blue whales stacked together, without even taking into account his tail.
Yet, he appeared like a dwarf next to those two living legends.
As per usual, he only laughed and didn't even consider the danger he was in, even as the primeval dragon unceremoniously unleashed his breath attack, rather than spewing a stream of flames however, it seemed like a thunderstorm had just started as lightning escaped his maw for the next ten minutes.
The primeval dragon clicked his tongue, as he saw that even after so long, the cannibal didn't seem bothered, even as he was reduced to a pool of white goo at the bottom of a crater, he kept on laughing his ass off.
Even as he was allowed to reform, he just rolled on the ground, seemingly being more harmed by his own continuous laughing than the lightning that was capable of grazing a whole civilisation to the ground.
Still, he wasn't a lesser dragon in the slightest, he had more than just his breath and body to go by, understanding that lightining was apparently equivalent to tickling right now, he controlled mana to rain one element after the other onto the mad dragon.
Despite being blown to pieces every single time and clearly affected in some way, the laughing never stopped and neither did his regeneration slow down.
The only elements that seemed to be somewhat effective were those like ice that were able to keeping him in place for some time, still, it wasn't like Dramentia seemed worried about any of those as he just stood still.
Not doing anything about the attacks apart from pissing himself laughing, the primeval dragon was beginning to feel like the laughing was coming from inside his own head, just like the first humans that had had the displeasure of meeting Dramentia.
The primeval dragon had to admit that nothing he could do seemed to affect the young dragon, he jumped back, letting the ancestral dragon to try for herself.
Dramentia also turned his attention to her, gloating when he saw her five heads readying to each shoot out a breath of unimaginable power.
She was around the same size as the primeval dragon but with even more flesh and blood to devour!
"Hit me!" he roared happily as the five lazers where shot out, the five of them crossing each other's path and all fusing into a true pillar of light and power, completely covering the entirety of Dramentia's body.