Breath of a Tyrant

In the wake of the glow, he saw the figure; It was the trace of a serpent. No, it was an outline of a dragon. Beams and logs smoldered all around him, cruelly straining his vision. He choked. He gagged. He was struggling. The smoke was dense, but he managed to stand. As he looked on, his life’s work melt before him: a library of all the worlds knowledge.

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