Under the clear and pure blue sky and white clouds, there is an endless sea of dead bodies and blood. Within the horizon, there are towering armies of invincible strength. Millions of magicians wear shackles on their hands, collars on their necks, and punishment helmets that only show their mouths. They line up to guard the supreme throne, just like silent tombstones.
The evil dragons were sitting on a high platform built of bones, like a flag. They don't have the dignity of being a dragon seed, but they are violent and crazy. They are armed to the teeth and bear the devastating miracle blunders. They are not only the dead men in charge, but also the shields to protect the throne