Mikal heard Clover call him and he approached the window. "That's...that's not a volcano." Mikal continued to watch as the mountain, that used to not contain and flowing magma, broke apart in a few places and oozed glowing orange liquid. "Shit. Father!"
Mikalar, who was busy talking to nobles, stopped what he was doing at the sound of his son's shout. Quickly he approached the two by the window. "What? What is it lad?"
Mikal pointed out the window to the mountain. "Something is wrong? Did that mountain turn into a volcano over the course of the party?"
"We need to get troops to that village at the base. Help evacuate the citizens." The king turned to the confused party goers and started barking orders. "Party is over! Sky Guard form up and head out to help citizens evacu-" The king was cut off as the top of the mountain in the distance exploded. A large red beam of light rose into the sky as molten chunks rained down to the ground. A piercing roar cut through the night as a large figure was seen crawling out of the top of the mountain.
Mikal staggered backward, hissing in pain and holding his chest. "Damn it." He fell to one knee. It was a struggle but Mikal continued to look out of the window. It was enough to see a pair of giant wings spread out across the night. The pain was getting intense the more whatever that thing was revealed itself. Grasping at his shirt he ripped it open, buttons flying and scattering on the floor. His birthmark came into view, the source of his pain. "Ah!" He yelled, grasping his chest. Across the land the shape became more visible. A large, huge, dragon rose from the mountain top. The pain was almost unbearable. Was Clover feeling it too? Or was it just him? More importantly, what was causing it? "C-Clover?"
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