This mystical creature, this dragon was none other than the former president of the country, Napoleon Dubois. He turned into monster after the apocalypse. This was the mysterious entity behind the crimson light, the reset said.
[Humans have transgressed, unsatisfied with their lot, they have propelled the world to the precipice of annihilation. Judgment has arrived, a reset. Murderers, rapists, scammers, politicians, and all those who have sinned, behold your retribution. You shall transform into monstrous beings that mirror the darkness within your souls. We inaugurate a new realm, a realm where only the fittest shall survive. Struggle, struggle, struggle further and endure the exigencies of this new world. This is not a path to redemption, but a penance. Let the Reset commence, ushering in a New Age.]
Therefore, it can be deduced that the metamorphosis into a dragon was the reflection of the ex-president's innermost essence.
In an instant, Napoleon's eyes fluttered open, his irises shimmering like delicate wings, as he sensed the imminent arrival of an intruder.
Finally it appeared.
Four giant eyes view their surroundings from their enormous sockets. A hollow nose rests below, but it's the shallow mouth below that takes all the attention. A shy smile reveals two small fangs and a flat tongue.
Broad stubby ears sit on each side of its tiny, squared head, which itself is covered in short hairs and has several large tentacles protruding from the sides.
Its short stout body is hunched over. Two long almost branch-like arms hang at its sides and end in claw-like hands with small fingers, of which it has 12 in total.
Its legs are small and are slightly bent, each ending in wide feet.
Its body is covered in thick scales and its shoulders are broader than its pelvis.
"What troubles you, Emmanuel?" Napoleon inquired of his ex-secretary.
"Nothing, my Lord. The world beyond has vanished, no electricity, no internet, no vehicles, no planes. Even the food has vanished. What shall we do?" Emmanuel, the former secretary, questioned the president, who had transformed into a dragon.
"Huh? What do you think, Francis?"
Napoleon questioned, his head resting on his forelegs.
There was a moment of silence before.
A bellow in the black, a buzz of a drill, and suddenly Emmanuel was faced by a colossal soul of shadows and smoke. Two cold eyes stare at him with a terrifying grimace, and another bellow bursts from its abyssal mouth as it gains it bearings.
Jagged quills adorns its curved head, which itself is covered in small gashes. Thick snot escapes the creature's expansive nostrils set within a broken nose.
Its curved head sits atop a lofty, meaty body. A giant scar crosses its chest, suggesting this being's definitely not alone.
The creature moves closer to you, its two legs gracefully carry its glowing body with a terrorizing energy. A serrated tail crawls behind it, scorch marks are left wherever it touches the ground.
The creature no longer looks at Emmanuel, it has lost interest.
This thing, this demon was the former Prime minister Francis Lefeuvre.
"There's no need to panic," Francis declared confidently. "The world may have changed, but we will still do what we know how to do best: survive by using others. We are still at the top; we just have to ensure that this never changes."
Napoleon nodded in agreement, pleased with Francis's declaration.
"As expected of my long-time friend," he thought to himself. The tasks they had to accomplish remained the same even after the Reset.
They were determined to continue dominating their country and, who knows, even set their sights beyond France. Their ambitions extended to conquering England and other superpowers. Napoleon couldn't help but imagine how great it would be if he were the only one who had transformed into a dragon, known to be the apex of all living things.
''Okay, you two it's time to build me a dragon's lair. Here is the details.'' Napoleon beckoned his trusted aids to act faster, giving them the detail.
The entrance to the dragon's lair is all about menace. It could be a gaping maw in a volcanic mountainside, smoke curling from the edges and the air heavy with the scent of sulfur. Or perhaps it's a hidden cave system, the entrance veiled by a waterfall that crashes down with a deafening roar, masking the heavy thud of the dragon's footsteps within.
Inside, the cavern is vast. Stalactites hang like jagged teeth, some dripping with condensation that reflects the faintest glow, illuminating the scene in an eerie, flickering light. The air is thick and hot, heavy with the dragon's musky scent and the lingering sting of sulfur or smoke. Depending on the dragon's element, the lair might have scorching vents spewing heat, or patches of ice clinging stubbornly to the cavern walls.
The floor might be a jumbled mess of treasure – a testament to the dragon's avarice. Gleaming gold coins are scattered like spilled sunlight, alongside tarnished suits of armor, shattered weapons, and the crumbling remains of chests that couldn't withstand the dragon's weight. Or, perhaps the treasure is more organized – a central hoard of shimmering jewels and gleaming gold piled high, with offerings from unfortunate victims scattered around the edges – trinkets, gemstones, and even entire suits of armor, all glinting faintly in the dim light.
In the deepest recess, nestled amongst the treasure or simply carved into the cavern wall, is the dragon's sleeping area. Here, the ground might be smooth and worn from years of the immense creature resting there. Large bones, picked clean and bleached white, might be scattered around – trophies from past meals or unfortunate trespassers. The air here feels heavier, more stagnant, thick with the dragon's presence.
As Napoleon shared his ideas, he emphasized the need to quickly build a dragon lair and, if possible, a labyrinth to capture survivors. He promised them plenty of rewards and assured them that they would use the treasures accumulated since their conquest in ancient times. Napoleon stressed the importance of careful planning, as they needed to make good use of the survivors. He made it clear that he didn't want to rule an empty kingdom. Both Emmanuel and Francis nodded in agreement and immediately got to work, understanding the gravity of the task at hand.