Yes, I May Be Greedy

"Wake up, little dragon. Do you wish to live or die?" Archer heard a girl's voice, causing him to stir, but a different voice spoke before he could open his eyes.

''Sister, the Death Witch we have been watching is healing him, but she needs assistance. Should we send her our mana?'' A second voice questioned.

''No,'' the first voice answered. ''We need to find out his truth and if he deserves to learn of our warning. Remember, sister, our people died fighting to the last to allow us this opportunity.''

Archer's eyes fluttered open, revealing a torn, blood-red sky and a desolate landscape around him. He observed the scene, taking in the broken landscape, where molten lava flowed like a river, consuming everything in its wake.

In the distance, a ruined city lay, its once grand buildings reduced to rubble, battered by a relentless shower of rocks from above. He was bewildered by the devastation around him, which was more than he had ever seen.