Thirds Person Viewpoint Omniscient :
Vernisius Border to Dwarvest :
The sky was raging. Heavy rain hit the ground like thousands of arrows. The wind was helpless, carrying a flash of lightning that split the sky. Black clouds rotate, as if something was rising from the darkness.
In the middle of the storm, the roar shook the world. Lightning grabbed wildly, as if the sky itself fought. Then, from behind the spinning clouds, giant figures appeared.
They descended from the sky, their bodies split the storm with the power that only the air rulers had.
The first shot was a purple scaly dragon. His body glowed between lightning flash, as if the storm itself was a part of him. Every wing spat leaving an electric trail that propagates in the air. When he roared, his voice blended with thunderous thunder, shaking the world under him.
Beside him, a white dragon descended in a terrible silence. His body was barely visible in the fog of rain, but every drop that touched his scales immediately yawned, creating hot fog around him. His breathing burned even though the air froze by the storm.
Finally, from behind the darkest clouds, dark green scaly dragons appear. His body looked like a giant shadow in the middle of a lightning flash. The scales are rough like wet stones sparkling by rain. Every movement vibrates the earth, as if ancient forests have risen and down to demand their rights back.
Under them, the dwarf city is almost collapsed. Heavy rain could not extinguish the flames that burned their stone houses. The streets are full of mud and blood. The building collapsed one by one, and the screams of the dwarves drowned between the thunder of the storm and the roar of the dragon.
Suddenly, from a distance, another voice echoed. Not the sound of the enemy dragon, but something bigger. From the gap of the mountain covered with rain, giant silhouettes began to appear. Something that is brighter than lightning, is darker than the shadow of the night.
'There he is! What we are waiting for! ' Raung a Vernisius soldier, his voice was almost defeated by a storm.
From the sky, the flash of gold illuminates the clouds. The dragons who came down earlier turned around, as if to acknowledge the arrival of the figure they were waiting for. From behind the rain fog, an obsidian black dragon appeared. His wings tore the rain, the fire he brought brighter than lightning.
He slid first, his body was like a living darkness. He pierced the storm at a terrible speed, avoiding lightning that grabbed around him. Behind him, other dragons followed, each with their own fire ready to destroy the enemy.
Below, Vernisius troops finally broke through the gate of the City of Dwarf which almost collapsed. Their sword shone in the rain, and their war shout echoed among lightning. Martial emergency has been announced, but it cannot stop the predetermined destiny.
However, all the battles suddenly stopped.
From the sky that was hit by a storm, a deeper voice came, bigger than all the previous roar. The wind stopped for a moment, as if bowing. The rain feels slowing down.
From behind the last clouds that have not been installed, a creature that is bigger than everything goes down slowly.
The scales sparkle like a falling star, but every movement brings darkness like a endless night. The wings are broader than the mountains themselves, and their breathing is not only fire, but light that can turn the sky into day or night at will.
In one peg of the wing, the storm that divides the world is subject to him. In one breath, fire and ice can appear together.
Other dragons, both from Vernisius and who came with him, stopped moving, staring at him with respect, fear, and hope.
There is no war between them. There is no hostility. They are not enemies, they are one. One power that comes from the same place, the land of the ruler of the sky that has long been forgotten by the world.
Now, they have returned.
The real war has begun ...
The sky was filled with fire and lightning. Heavy rain was unable to reduce the heat of the battle. Among the raging storms, the dragons faced each other, carving the terrible silhouette in the dark sky. However, only one dominates everything—a bigger, more scary, and more magnificent than the others.
The dragon was named Baran, so many Vernisius people said. Black dragon as big as a mountain, its wings stretch more broadly than the highest castles. He is the real ruler of the sky, far greater than other dragons. The scales are thick like a night shadow, with a red eyes that seemed to be able to burn the soul. Every spawen wing creates his own storm, and the breath of the fire can change a city into ashes in an instant.
Around Baran, three other dragons circle the battlefield, each of which is only a small part of its greatness. Righel, a white dragon, floated gracefully between the lightning and hot fog he created himself. His scales sparkled like eternal snow, but every movement brought destruction that was no less terrible.
Not far from there, Arae, Purple Dragon, splitting the sky with a speed that is difficult to follow the eyes. His slender body was shrouded in a flash of lightning, every wing spat leaving the energy trail that made the surrounding air tremble.
On the other side of the battlefield, Vhegar, dark green dragons such as moss attached to mountain rocks, down with a low growling that shook the ground. His body was burly and rough, like ancient creatures who had just risen from his long sleep. Every roar sounds like the roar of the cracked earth.
The four dragons are not enemies. They come from Vernisius, the land of the rulers of the sky. Since ancient times, Vernisius is the place of the birth of the strongest dragon ever, and the rider controlled the world with the power of their fire. However, the civilization has long collapsed, leaving only dragons who are still loyal to their old ties.
Now, they don't fight each other. They fight to destroy enemies who have dared to challenge their greatness. The city of dwarves below is their target. Heavy rain wet their wings, but the fire they brought burning, burning everything without mercy.
Baran flapped his wings once more. The strong wind he produced sweeping the troops below, made several soldiers thrown into the air before it was crashed into the ground hard. The dragon does not need to speak to show his power. His gaze alone was enough to instill fear in the hearts of his enemies.
Under them, the war is still raging. The city of dwarf is almost flat to the ground, fire burns the streets, and the ruins of the building are scattered everywhere. Rain mixed with blood, and Vernisius troops continued to push forward.
From a distance, Righel saw Baran starting to move and dart down, spraying white fire towards the city. The enemy troops ran, trying to save themselves, but there was no place to hide from the Vernisius dragons.
Above, Arae and Vhegar flew hand in hand, swooped together and exhaled their fire to the remaining fortress. The stones exploded in the heat, and the night sky was illuminated by the flames that never went out.
Meanwhile, the Vernisius troops on the ground hit the last defense of the dwarf. They were too close to stop, and the dragon above became witnesses to the destruction of their enemies.
A Vernisius soldier saw the scene and shouted in a triumphant voice, "See them! Even the gods fought above us!"
"This is not just a human war," said a commander while drawing his sword. "This is the war of the rulers of the sky!"
Above, Righel floated in the air, observing the destruction under him. Baran landed at the top of the ruins, staring at the remaining troops with cold eyes. He doesn't need to speak, no need to give orders. The four dragons are one unit, an alliance originating from the same land—Vernisius.
Only those who come from Vernisius can understand the greatness of these dragons. They are not just wild animals, they are inherited from a long time to collapse, but their strength remains unmatched.
In the distance, some enemy troops tried to escape to the mountains. However, Vhegar shot forward, his wings created a wind wave that made them lose balance. With one burst of fire, he burned them all.
The sky was still rumbling, lightning grabbed between the black clouds surrounding the battle. However, this war has ended. The city of dwarf has fallen, and Vernisius troops have won.
On the debris that was still burning, Baran flapped his wings, lifting his body into the air. He issued a long roar that echoed throughout the valley, and was followed by righel, arae, and Vhegar. They are not just dragons, they are the kings of heaven.
They are Vernisius dragons, and the world is now recaling who is the true ruler in this sky.
There was no help, they could only see the end of life that were so full of fire on land and the sky that raged rain down, the dwarves had been killed, this region had been fully possessed by Vernisius who began aggressive warfare between peace.
During this time, we do not know of the existence of Western nations told in a fairy tale as a child, it is true that there are humans or other races of alliance with dragons behind the high mountains which up to tens of thousands of kilometers rise to the sky.
Humans, Elves and Dwarf have faced serious problems this time, the first defense has collapsed and they have fought with the gods of heaven, the great dragon of the conqueror.