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Citizens milled about, repairing damage from the night before, and in general making themselves useful. They were completely unprepared for what happened next.

Suddenly, with a terrible roar, a monstrous dragon flew down from above, and in bright daylight, landed right in the town square amongst the citizens. They were paralyzed with fear and shock. Never before had the beasts, which they assumed were nocturnal, struck during the daylight hours.

The beast was not in wanton destruction mode, however. It was hunting for someone specific.

It found its target, and leapt a hundred meters in an instant. He barely had time to gasp in a breath of air before he was pinned to a concrete column by enormous claws, and looking into eyes of the deepest amber. They searched his soul, and he knew his end in vivid detail before it even began to happen. He screamed shrilly, dropping medical supplies as his piercing cries penetrated the stillness of the chilly morning air.

And then, exactly as he had been shown, he met his doom.

It was terrible. Battle-hardened men emptied the contents of their stomachs onto the pavement as they heard the screams, watched the flame engulf him, watched the flesh crackle and fall from his body in chunks.

Five seconds later, the white granite column he had been pinned against was blackened with the seared remains of what had been one of the town's most skilled medical personnel. Charred bits of flesh still clung to the sooty remnants of his skeleton, and a roar of destructive rage shook the walls of every building within a kilometer radius.

Gathering its wings to itself, and then releasing them downward with a giant , the dragon ascended into the sky and disappeared toward the mountains, leaving only death in its wake.