Just as Damon was about to open up the blood hall panel and deposit the blood, all of a sudden, a thunderous boom echoed, and a huge shadow appeared on top of Niera City.
Damon's eyes went wide as he did not have to guess what this shadow was. It was a fucking wyrm! It was a huge ass fucking wyrm!
The sky tore open like fragile silk as the monstrous shadow descended, casting an overwhelming presence across the ruined cityscape. The ground shook once more, not from divine steeds or knightly charges, but from sheer primal fear as the players and NPCs both craned their necks to look up.
A massive, obsidian-scaled wyrm slithered through the clouds, each flap of its tattered, crimson-streaked wings stirring cyclones of ash. Its eyes glowed with hellish gold, and every breath it exhaled shimmered with molten heat, warping the air like ripples in a furnace.
