Perhaps they rejoiced that the Western Lands might finally be spared from draconic calamity, or perhaps they were utterly subjugated by Hydral's awe-inspiring mastery over the abyss. More likely, most exulted at the prospect of an unprecedented windfall.
How formidable must the dragons that survived this onslaught be? And if slain… what maddening value might their corpses hold?
The ferocity and avarice of the extraordinary beings reached a fever pitch. Those who had merely held their positions behind aether barriers and magical fortifications now surged forward in a killing frenzy. Slaughtering lesser dragonkin paled in comparison to the astronomical value of the surviving ancient dragons or the supreme glory of vanquishing such beings. These prospects inflamed the extraordinary beings' souls, their desire for ascension and greed stimulated to the utmost.