Staring at the panicked crowd, Aleron sighed, but a faint smile tugged at his lips.
The first time he had come here, he was called a "thing" and not a person. The second time, he was almost killed, and his dragon had nearly been captured.
Now, he stood here a third time—this time with enough strength to make the earth tremble—and he had returned for one purpose alone: revenge.
Aleron grinned, his eyes filled with cruel resolve, then turned his attention to those gathered before him.
"Small fries," Aleron thought internally, not even bothering to acknowledge them with his gaze.
"Ashkar, burn them all to ashes," he ordered silently.
The dragon roared in response, opening its mouth wide. A wave of heat pulsed through the air as a blinding torrent of flame exploded outward.
Sensing something was wrong, a few of the gathered enemies tried to flee. But they were too slow. The fire engulfed them before they could even react, reducing them to ash in an instant.
