The battle in the small town of Helgen was still raging...
Unlike Ulfric Stormcloak, the lord who had narrowly escaped death, his general Ralof, and the Stormcloak soldiers who had also managed to escape, all of whom were gloating as they fled through the chaos into one of the Imperial Army's strongholds in Helgen and quickly disappeared, the situation was very different for the Imperial forces.
At that moment, in the small Skyrim town of Helgen—which no longer looked anything like it once had, its townsfolk all gone, with only a sea of flames and the ruins of shattered buildings remaining—General Tullius and his legionnaires were still locked in fierce combat with the terrible dragon that had appeared out of nowhere in Skyrim, suddenly swooping over Helgen to attack them.
Or perhaps the situation was better described as them being toyed with and slaughtered by the dragon as it wheeled overhead, roaring and unleashing its breath, its dragon magic, and those terrible, relentless meteor showers that pounded the ground.
That was certainly how it looked to one sharp-eyed observer watching from the sidelines. The savage dragon was indulging its bloodlust, as if venting some negative emotions—or simply playing around—as it teased and toyed with the Imperial soldiers foolish enough to try to attack it and bring it down.
"Attack! Attack!"
"Loose your arrows! Hurry!!"
"General Tullius, it's too dangerous out there! Please get inside!"
"Get away!"
"Hmph! The Empire's champions are still fighting the enemy. How could I abandon them?!"
Several soldiers tried to hustle the Empire's highest-ranking military commander in Skyrim away from the dangerous battlefield, but he sternly refused and shoved them back.
As Tullius saw it, while his soldiers were still fighting that terrible dragon—battling for their lives against the creature unleashing its world-shattering dragon magic, a