(By The Ruins Of Draconia, Moltherak's POV)
By the time Moltherak finally returned to Draconia, the once mighty Dragon home world no longer existed.
Where entire continents, volcanoes, dragon cities, and ancient mountain ranges once stood proudly across the heavens, there now remained nothing except endless floating debris and rapidly cooling fragments of shattered planetary rock.
As for several long moments, Moltherak simply stood there silently, soaking in the destruction of his home.
'Whoever is responsible for this, must pay for this in blood….'
He thought, as the rage burning inside his chest grew heavier and heavier with every passing second.
Because this was not merely the destruction of territory.
This was humiliation.
The complete annihilation of the Dragon race's birthplace.
