The Dragon's Fragile Bride: His to Possess
Within two seconds, only a pile of glowing gray soot remained beneath my claw.
I swept my tail, scattering the ash across the scorched floor.
The room fell into a heavy, dead silence. The air was thick, boiling, and heavy with ozone, melted iron, and brimstone.
My massive chest heaved. My dragon was not finished. The bloodlust in my head screamed to smash through the outer walls, fly south to Celestia, and incinerate every holy church until the Nine Kingdoms were nothing but a graveyard of glass.
*Cough.*