He could see only black.
He heard his voice filling the darkness. As it spoke, the very words lit up in his field of vision, hovering like wisps of light that disappeared quickly as he said them.
“My children, you have betrayed me. You have turned the magic of this world into poison, and you would dare use that poison against me. I should dispose of you all. But I will spare this village under two conditions.”
He remembered this. He had given this speech on the beach in an elven village just before his betrayal. He had rounded up a hundred elves who cowered under him in fear.
Then voices sang.
Smile for us, old dragon lord,
for the world may soon stop spinning.
Shadow’s flame is you, old lord,
and this dead world needs your kindling.
The voices were out of tune.
They were mocking
