The Divine Breath

The bright golden light radiated out of the crown of the majestic dragon high in the sky. The dark clouds of smoke were constantly spinning while mixing with the neverending flood of dust and sand.

The crown became even brighter as the dragon fed mana into it. The mana circulated through it, transforming, condensing and purifying into something new, something better.

Vesuvius felt the mana within his body getting sucked away at an insane amount, like a river heading straight into a black hole.

The whole world slowed down in the dragon's eyes as the huge worm with the length that would shame any skyscraper wiggled, its black mouth sucking the sand around it in a massive whirlpool. The sand was sucked in, clearing the whole atmosphere. The massive spinning hurricane of sand was vanishing, like water sucked into a drainage.