All The Homies Hate NTR

On a completely opposite side of Visoleer, a city was currently under seige.

However, this particular region had seen much less damage since the start of the war than others.

And the reason for this was likely all because of one man. 

High in the sky above, there was a man flying around on a very large, and very old dragon.

He stood atop the dragon's head as it spewed baleful columns of flame onto the battlefield underneath them. 

The heat of the flames was more than enough to reduce the incoming invaders to half melted inconveniences within a few moments. 

Once they were melted, the man riding atop the dragon's head would wave his hands and a deluge of icy magic would descend from the skies, encasing the dark creatures in blocks of ice. 

"That's enough, Carrea. We've done all we can for the day." The man finally said. 

The shining golden dragon dove out of the sky and quickly dropped her altitude.