The Undead Assault (6)

High above the city, the wyvern raiders of Britannia's Air Guard darted through the skies. The wyverns screeched as they swooped in, their riders releasing bolts of lightning and spears aimed at the dragon's skeletal wings and armoured body.

Yet, the dragon seemed impervious. It moved with an unholy grace, its massive wings cutting through the air effortlessly. It ignored the wyverns as if they were mere insects, its hollow eyes glowing with a malevolent red light.

Suddenly, the dragon opened its massive maw, unleashing a torrent of dark fire upon the streets below. The flames weren't like ordinary fire; they burned black, consuming everything they touched. The stone and wood of houses melted away, and the people caught in the fire screamed in agony. But the horror did not end there. The bodies of the fallen, consumed by the dark flames, began to rise moments later, their eyes empty and their movements twisted. They had become undead.