A few days later, a village on the border of the empire was burning fiercely, and the smell of burning was everywhere.
The dozen or so "surviving" villagers were gathered in an open space, each of them huddled on the ground with their heads in their hands, trembling.
No one felt lucky to be alive, and some even thought that perhaps it would be luckier to be killed at the moment the disaster struck.
Above them, a nearly adult blue dragon lowered its head and stared at them with its golden eyes.
There was no need for the blue dragon to release its dragon power. The impending death alone was enough to crush their spirits.
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