Under the clear and pure blue sky and white clouds lay an endless mountain of corpses and sea of blood. On the horizon, there stretched a towering army clad in armor, with millions of mages shackled by chains on their hands, collars on their necks, adorned with helmets of punishment that only exposed their mouths, all forming a silent army guarding the supreme throne, like silent gravestones.
The evil dragons sat atop platforms constructed of bones, like banners. They had no dignity of their kind, only a frenzied madness, armed to the teeth, carrying destructive Miracle Firearms on their backs. They were both vanguard soldiers and shields guarding the throne, sometimes even used as all-or-nothing gambles.
On the mound made of human skulls, under the bright and warm sunshine, sat a magnificent and bloody Supreme Throne. Vishi sat atop it, admiring all things under her dominion.
This was the deepest desire of Vishi's soul.
