Void on the horizon

Countless treasures, glinting under the stars' radiance, spilled out, floating slowly before the dragon's golden eyes. Annoyed, he barely had time to bask in his newly gained riches when an urgent call for help echoed through his bloodline. The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

'That petty god!'

Without wasting a second, he vanished, reappearing above the white city of the elves. The magic barrier shimmered like a bubble as countless lances of light rained upon it.

Vesuvius knew it would be prudent to retreat with his forces, but he was tired of withdrawing. This time, he would meet the heavenly armies head-on. He spread his wings, his darkness swallowing all the light, except for the ominous dark golden flames burning within the rotating rings of super-accelerated matter around him.

'Gods can't directly enter this world, at least not easily without damaging it.' Even though the god of light wouldn't come, he knew the battle would be tough.