"Aah, do you see it now? The death? The starving? The end?" Wood creaked, splintering ever so slightly.
"Silence imposter, you are nothing but vague recreation posing as the real thing, what's more pathetic is that you really believe yourself to be the true one, you disgust me, get the hell out of here" like a deep growl, a dragon rose up to his maximum height, hind legs stretched their limit, overlooking the countless high peaks.
Out in the distance, a red glow was advancing, steam rising endlessly into the night sky, the snow, both grounded and falling from above was denied its sole purpose, the ground below scorched by deep red flames, countless pikes swinging high up in the air, an army composed of infantry, soldiers, knights, mages… No occupation that had any sort of place on the battlefield was left out, all led by a singular figure.
