The Turning Point of The History, part 1/2 [Bonus]

POV Vesuvius:

The dragon was flapping his wings, looking at the city in chaos. The small dots were rushing down the street away from the arena like a flash flood. A few small dots of players, pushing in the opposite direction, moving towards the still burning arena like moths attracted towards light.

The two large towers partially crumbled, the columns of smoke rising out of the blown-up tips, the massive pieces of rubble piling under them.

'So this is how is it.' Vesuvius never sought conflict. He was content in his domain and his kingdom. He tried to open and build a relationship with his neighbors, yet someone decided to ruin it.

'I let them into my city, and this is what I got for it.' He expected some petty and insignificant crimes, but someone still hated him enough to go as far as to blow up even the innocent bystanders.