When the dragon enters the realm of the Angels he spits a large flame of fire to announce its arrival and challenge both Angels and dragons.
He is immediately attacked by the present dragons in a fire against fire, teeth against teeth, and claws against claws battle.
Soon the Angels join their dragons in their battle against this Behemoth.
But the beast is so strong that after a short period the battle is over and heavily wounded dragons are lying all over the place.
None of them had the power to withstand the madness in its head, and now they are all waiting to draw their last breath in pools of their own blood.
But that is not the end of misery...before retreating the huge dragon turns to the courtyard of the castle and kills the smaller dragons of the novices that were left behind.
Not even the little ones were spared.
They did not have the slightest chance to defend themselves.
Sorrow is all over the place, with salty tears over the end of relations that have lasted for millennia and lives that were taken too early.
Even the fire that is left as a reminder of the passage of the wild beast can not evaporate the tears that wash away the blood from the citadel.