I Am the Black Dragon Emperor

My name is Deathwing.

On a moonless, starless night, blazing firelight accompanied countless monsters as they stormed into what had once been a sturdy city.

The monsters belonged to all kinds of races, but every one of them wore the finest armor.

They did not slaughter anyone. Instead, they stood at attention, waiting for their sovereign with fervent, adoring gazes.

Spellcasters and soldiers huddled in the corners, clutching their weapons, their eyes fixed on the distant city wall.

"It's here!"

There was no fear in their voices, only calm. They were like ants standing before a lion, not even worthy of the right to be afraid.

At the edge of their vision, the monster kings spread their enormous black wings without restraint.

Crimson dragonfire and overwhelming power shattered the city walls. The king threw back his head and roared.

"My name is Deathwing Soren Anriel Naertu, ruler by divine mandate, ender of the gods, pioneer of a new age, unstoppable and unopposable..

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.