Two days had passed since white lightning split the sky, and Sorne had become a city transformed by death and providence. Alaric stood on the balcony of his study, watching the citizens below.
People understood they were witnessing a once in a lifetime opportunity. It wasn't everyday you had hundreds of dragons, laying, waiting to be butchered.
The massive corpse of Spiralus dominated the scene like a fallen mountain. Even in death, the ancient dragon commanded respect.
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