Ser Loras’ Report [1]

The colossal form of the Black Reaper swept across the azure sky, its massive obsidian wings spanning hundreds of yards as it glided effortlessly above the high spires of the City of Dragons.

Every single flap of those gargantuan wings unleashed violent, howling gales that surged down into the avenues below, rattling heavy stained-glass windows, snapping decorative banners from their iron mountings, and sending loose merchant wares tumbling across cobblestone plazas.

Citizens and visiting nobility alike held onto lanterns and pillars for support, their eyes wide with breathless awe and primal terror as the ancient beast cast its absolute, looming shadow over the entire metropolis.

Seated comfortably atop the spiky, obsidian crest of the 7th-Tier Calamity Devouring Dragon sat Duke Oscar von Rynchester.

The supreme sovereign of the Western territory looked down upon his sprawling capital with a calm, indifferent gaze.