The ground was littered with corpses.
The dragon warriors watched in silence, their faces carrying terror, respect, and uncertainty all at once. None of them knew what to say. None of them even knew how to feel as they looked at the battlefield before them.
The perfect elven bodies were now dried beyond recognition, their skin pulled tight against bone until there was almost nothing beautiful left about them. Only a small number of elves remained alive, standing among the dead with pale faces and hollow eyes as they stared at what had once been their friends, family, comrades, and acquaintances. Even their proud and powerful emperor had fallen, reduced to nothing before the man floating in the sky.
And that man, the one who had done all of this, was now glowing in a golden light.
