His full name was Monar Calendir, known among his people as the Lord of Green. He wasn't called that because his clothes were green or because his magic shared that color.
That title was born from a great feat—one worthy of being remembered in his old village.
His serene gaze, fixed on the creature flying above the ash-filled air, dimmed slightly with disappointment. His calm eyes blinked a couple of times before faintly glowing.
"Get ready…" said the dark elf.
Mitsuki looked up at the dragon.
Nine massive pillars of rubble rose around them in irregular positions—like rigid skeletal fingers—decorating the great magic circle carved into the stone floor. Small clouds of ash still lingered in the air, partially covering the dragon, which had settled at the center of the area on its powerful hind legs, cracking the stone beneath it.
There was nothing left resembling a town anymore.
