The dark hoard flowed down the hillside like a river of shadow, consuming everything in its path. Chariots were incinerated or reduced to mere tinder as the great beasts unleashed their fury, tossing men and women around like rag dolls and devouring their steeds in one gulp.
No one could stand against them: even their riders bowed at their every command. The world of man had come to a close- the Dragons had seen fit to reclaim what the humans had used so poorly.
All but one of the Dragon's Thralls had sided with the beasts to save their own skin: known as the Soveriegn, Valyk was one with the Dragon's summation the humans were a pox on the Earth that must be erradicated, keeping only the few that served the Dragon Hoard and it's purpose. He rode into battle with such rage and fury even Xaelyth, his irridescent black, was at times unnerved.
Yet the Dragon's were not without compassion. They did indeed see little purpose in murdering innocents: the lives they took were on the field of battle, the villages destroyed were done so only to rout the enemy. Most of the villagers were taken as "Wards" to learn the Dragon way and become as stewards of the Earth.
Anyone who resisted, however, was delt with extreme prejudice....
