In the black-painted skies consumed by a catastrophic storm of untamed proportions, Abraham found himself falling amidst the cold heavens as flashes of thunder roared beside him. He gazed at Columbus slowly fading amidst the storm and turned his attention towards what was below.
Staring at the capital city of the fallen kingdom, his eyes steadily furrowed. The destruction that shrouded the land was far beyond what his imaginations could perceive. It was as though he had entered the nether realm filled to the brim with the flames of inferno.
"This has to end now." Abraham muttered under his breath, resolving himself to stop the whims of the dragoness he was about to meet. The massacre of an entire population was something that was difficult for him to accept. They would probably need to have a talk for what had happened.
