Guns, Steel, and Dragons

"It's that traitor's incarnation."

Felipe watched the formidable crimson figure in the sky with a grim expression. The scales on his cheeks and chin flexed, and deep, undisguised hatred shone from his venomous, serpentine vertical pupils.

By now, Fadlan's three sons had become extensions of Tiamat's Will. They harbored a bone-deep hatred for Embers of the Burned Emperor, who had repeatedly sabotaged the Dragon Worship Cult's rituals.

Felipe's face twisted into a savage grimace. The Papal Crown atop his head trembled slightly as he raised the Scepter of Calamity and pointed it at the distant phantom of the Red Dragon, shouting, "Those who betray Tiamat shall suffer torment for all eternity!

"The sinner Keosius—will soon meet the most agonizing fate! His heart will be pierced by poisoned spears, his scales stripped away by blades, and his head hewn off by battle axes, then hung within Dragon Queen Your Majesty's palace!"

As Felipe moved, a profound radiance bloomed from the dragon head atop the Scepter of Calamity. Ripples swept across the sky, and overwhelming divine power blanketed the earth as countless Dragon Blood Monsters raised their heads and let out a long howl.

Their faces were hideous and their expressions manic. They began devouring one another, their flesh, skin, and organs kneading together until they formed several twisted monsters as enormous as small mountains.

They were nightmare-like conglomerations, with short, thick Limbs—some four-legged, some six-legged, and some even with dozens of centipede-like legs.

Necks and heads of various colors writhed across their massive dragon bodies. Their combinations were not fixed, but all fell within red, blue, green, black, and white. Yet no monster possessed more than four heads—after all, that was a sacred form worthy only of Tiamat.

To possess more than five heads would be blasphemy against the miserly, narrow-minded