"Somebody help us!"
"Please"
Far above the clouds in the floating kingdom Elysium a chaotic scene was unfolding. Moments ago, a sharp rumbling, like the sky was tearing, gradually drew closer.
It came suddenly. A black chitinous pillar that slammed down into one of the residential district. It was an area closest to the edge of the floating continent known as the Outer Rim.
Elysium was a land of prosperity, and while its inner workings held a darkness that threatened the existence of the world and its nobles were happy all too happy living in obliviousness, it was still a land of peace.
Even in the late evening, children could be seen playing in the streets and shops were filled with dragonfolk looking to make their next purchase. It was in all aspects, an endless circulation of wealth and sloth.
That single instance was all it took to end that peace.
