The Grave

POV Vesuvius:

The monstrous dragon rose up into the sky, all of the unused materials left over from his metamorphosis already safely packed in his pouch.

His massive body threw shadows on the ground, each flap of his wings echoing between the tall white mountain peaks and frozen mountain valleys.

He could feel the incredible force behind each flap of his monstrously large wings. The powerful gushes of wind send clouds of smoke in every direction.

All the regrets he might have had before were gone as he could feel his newly gained power.

Without mana supercharging his eyes, he could no longer see the magical aura in the distance, but he could still remember the direction from where it came.

He flapped his wings and quickly accelerated his body glowing in bright white, slightly blueish light from the magma in his armour. With a powerful shockwave, he quickly vanished on the horizon.