But then the sky went dark.
[Ash Wyrms] descended in a swarm!
Hundreds — no, close to a thousand — blotted out the sun, wings cutting through the haze.
They dove for the dragon.
One thousand [Ash Wyrms] dove at once, a storm of smoke and teeth.
It roared once, defiant, before the first wave slammed into it.
They slammed into the flaming dragon, ripping away scales of light.
Scales of fire scattered into the wind, chunks of its blazing body torn away.
With a roar that shook the world, the dragon coiled upwards in one last surge, then plummeted straight into the heart of the swarm of wyrms.
BOOOOOOM!
The explosion lit the volcano like a second sun.
Flames rolled outward in concentric waves, each one clinging to the wyrms, burning them alive in midair.
Fire bloomed across the sky, raining down molten death.
Eternal flames clung to every beast they touched, devouring them no matter how they thrashed or screamed.
