The ball of magma continued downward, plunging into the sea. A brief moment of silence preceded a massive water-muffled explosion. The ocean turned red as a geyser shot hundreds of feet into the sky. When it was over, the sea was visibly draining into a rupture in the ocean floor, forming a vortex above...
Draven clenched his right fist as Haraldur simply flew away.
"Typical!"
He turned to Duilin with fire in his eyes...
"YOU don't tell me what to do, you miserable little ingrate!!"
Quite irate, he flew a bit higher, addressing the whole group surrounding him with two clenched fists.
"Idiots! You had at least two openings... I'm not following you wreatches around because I like being watched!!"
He chopped the air with his right hand.
"GYAAHH!!!"
He fell to a lower altitude and took off in a north-western direction, parting the sea below from the force of his flight...
If you want something done right...
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The dragon noted Haraldur was following once again, but said nothing. He continued on for a while, surveying the endless ocean around them.
"Hmm... yes, it appears the world has changed. I recall a group of islands that we should have passed a while ago..."