Avatars,
Our fears have been confirmed!
The meteor that recently struck Quel has destroyed an undiscovered dragon lair and awakened dozens of savage creatures that have been sleeping for centuries. Arisen from their deep sleep, enraged by the devastation of their lair, they have taken to the sky and are setting off for human cities. The Charge of the Dragons is about to begin…
A drop of sweat dripped onto the parchment, where Merim the bard had just recorded his diary entry.
At the time, he did not know it would be his last. The devastated lair, those scales, the reptilian bones, of which some were still glowing. The traces of wrath all around him, he followed the giant footprints heading north-east. He knew he should head home, back to Brittany, and report what he had discovered. But his curiosity prevailed, and so he followed the traces, even though the sun had already set. He started shivering when he suddenly noticed a gentle but lofty growl just a few steps behind him.
Red, glowing eyes were the last thing he saw. The only thing that remained of Merim was half a diary page.