A portal warped into existence in a fiery landscape–one of the planes the Dragon God had simply busied himself building since his arrival in Mage'Earth. At this center of this plane was a dais, tall and black as if it was made for a giant.
The portal appeared atop it, and from it came the dragon lords that had been fighting Iysa at the Eastern Theocracy. They landed on the empty throne, escaping the onslaught of destructive rays.
The upper most region of the space was dark and desolate like outer space, but without the innumerable stars that beautify it. Then, wisps of fire levitated from the burning bottom and joined each other, taking shape and moving into two large fiery eyes that told of rage.
"Why have you come here? Has the Eastern Theocracy fallen?" A deep all encompassing voice roared.
The dragon lords looked at each other, fear gripping them. They were aware that their God knew of their failure of capturing the eastern territory.
