"Look down, scummy lizard."
William pointed downward, his arm extended with deliberate contempt as his finger indicated the devastation below them.
The dragonkin supervisor, whose massive frame had already been battered and bloodied from his earlier clash with Sunny, hesitated for a fraction of a second before lowering his gaze, and what entered his vision froze his thoughts completely.
Below them lay a hellish, fiery pit where the base camp had once existed, now reduced to molten wreckage filled with hundreds of mangled corpses, shattered limbs, broken wings, crushed skulls, and bodies blended by force.
The smell of burnt flesh and demonic residue filled the air, and the ground still glowed faintly from the heat and the collapsing foundation of the building.
The dragonkin's pupils shrank as his mind struggled to process what he was seeing, and a deep, instinctive chill ran down his spine, one that had nothing to do with mourning his Juniours and everything to do with fear.
