The world was engulfed in flames.
Damon could not breathe. He could not see the sun. All he saw were the vast wings of Ashergon stretching across the entire sky. Those wings brought fire with them. His voice rolled like thunder, and every movement smothered the hearts of men as though they were nothing more than mice beneath his shadow.
They were indeed mice before the might of Ashergon.
None could resist the fear of seeing a great dragon.
Then his maw opened.
Flames poured downward, illuminating the world and banishing the shadows Damon had called upon. His domain was forcefully canceled, and the white glare from the sheer volume of dragon fire made it seem as though the sun itself had fallen from the sky.
But it was not the sun.
It was dragon flames.
