The Premature Destruction

POV Vesuvius:

Within the raging sea, with water splashing in every direction and lightning raining from the dark clouds, the terrifying dragon burned in black and purple energy.

"What do I think of gods? It doesn't matter, dragon, as I will not join your war.

"If you think you are ready for what you brought upon this world, then you are wrong. Go away from my waters before you bring doom on me too."

The words carried the ominous undertone of hopelessness.

'It doesn't matter. Even if the world collapses and gods descend upon me, I can still retreat away and gather more power.'

''Your Lordship, we are under attack.'' Suddenly a magic message popped into his mind, the voice of the young dragon filled with distress resounding in his head.

'Did the gods finally attack?'

The dragon flapped his wings one last time, and the golden light swallowed him. The next moment he was back in the infernal hell that was the solar corona gathered at the bottom of his divine kingdom.