"T-Th-This is it, everyone... We're all going to die...!" An elderly person mumbled in a dazed voice, looking at an enormous blue-colored lightning dragon in the sky that was glaring at them with fierce graze.
"H-How could the city Lord put our lives at risk like this? This is... unacceptable!" Another person, a young man in his early twenties spoke in dissatisfaction as he clenched his fists tightly.
"We're not meant to die like this...what sin did we commit to receive such punishment?" A beautiful woman in her early thirties, spoke in a sorrowful voice as she hugged her two children, a boy and a girl.
"Mom? Are we going to die?" The girl inquired as she tightly clutched her mother and gazed at her with teary eyes.
The woman stared at her daughter intensely, saying nothing but closely hugging her small body and starting crying.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!