Fallout

The large dragon stood on the edge of the large smoking crater, waiting for the promised compensation, one of his clawed hands tightly clenched in a fist. Everything around him was black and burned. The stone on the bottom of the crater was still blazing hot, glowing in the red light.

The thick clouds of ash and dust covered everything in the darkness. The dragon's scales, normally shiny and beautiful as polished marble with shiny runes all over them, were covered in dust, itching and stinging, feeling as if thousands of bugs were crawling all over his body as if he sat on an anthill.

'Radiation... what effects it has on dragons.'

Having a bad feeling about the weird itch spreading all over his body Vesuvius quickly put twenty stats points into both vitality and endurance, hoping to at least partially mitigate any potential problems that could rose up from it.

The itchy feeling immediately weakened a lot, bringing a bit of relief to the dragon.