The Bored Dragon
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The scream of the draconic general as he beheaded himself reverberated on top of a gigantic, decaying and burning tree. Despite burning for so long, its vitality barely remained, standing strong despite its life already running low. In a matter of days, it would eventually die, and become nothing but a tower made of burnt wood.
And a being was sitting on top of it, something enormous, gigantic, overwhelming, overbearing, all-encompassing, with an aura of divinity that made anybody that glared tremble in utter horror and prostrate in reverence.
His giant, reptilian eyes of crimson color saw what the wielder of his blood also saw, his eyes squinting for a moment, as his black aura slowly dissipated.
"So you're saying you'll kill me too, Summoner?"
With a smile through his reptilian face, the behemoth stood up, glancing at the distance, flames coming out of his jaws.
"Hah… Haha… HAHAHAHAH!"
And the monster laughed.