The sky over the Kingdom of Aethelgard did not darken with clouds; it darkened with scales.
As the Wyrm landed, the impact shattered every window in the city. His eyes were like twin furnaces, glowing with a sentient, ancient hatred. He opened his maw, the air around his teeth beginning to ripple with white-hot intensity. Rage of the Dragon
With a single, massive beat of his wings, he took to the sky, trailing embers like falling stars. He returned to the peaks, leaving Aethelgard alive, but broken—a kingdom of ash that would never forget the cost of waking the fire. The sky over the Kingdom of Aethelgard did
Captain Elara of the High Guard led the final, desperate stand at the gates of Aethelgard. She didn't use a sword—she knew steel would melt before it touched him. Instead, she stood atop the battlements with the "Silence Shard," the last remaining relic of the Dragon-Binders. He opened his maw, the air around his
In the capital, King Alaric watched the horizon glow a sickly, permanent orange. "It isn't hunger," the court mage whispered, hands trembling over a scrying orb. "It is retribution. We have stolen his marrow, and now he comes to reclaim the debt in ash."
The "Rage of the Dragon" was not a singular event, but a week of relentless scouring. Ignis-Kahl didn't eat the livestock; he incinerated the very soil so nothing would ever grow again. He dismantled the Great Bridge of Valerius not with tooth or claw, but by hovering above it until the iron expanded and the masonry cracked under its own weight.
Ignis-Kahl let out a roar that shook the foundations of the world, but he did not strike. Perhaps it was the Shard’s magic, or perhaps he realized that leaving the people to starve in the wasteland he’d created was a far more poetic vengeance than a quick death by fire.
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James Makin Gallery recognises the Wurundjeri people of the Kulin Nation as the sovereign custodians of the land on which we operate. We pay our respects to their elders past, present and emerging.
