Commission by SuperB1tch Made by Dragon's Whore
Dragon Echo
No one could have predicted or foreseen it. On a fateful day, the very fabric of your world twisted and warped as hundreds of monstrous rifts tore through the sky and earth, unleashing a horde of enormous, brutal, and powerful dragons. Thousands of fierce and nearly-invincible beasts emerged, like creatures from ancient, dark legends. Each was more dangerous than an entire army, and as if that weren't enough, each wielded its own unique magic. Masters of the elements, of light, darkness, death, life, time and space. Mankind stood no chance against them. Not only did the dragons burn cities to the ground, their arrival brought with it a magic that quickly changed the world. Technology failed, secret bunkers and laboratories sprouted tentacles and turned into dungeons, people turned into monsters, and the dead rose from their graves. Civilization crumbled to dust, but humanity refused to simply surrender. In the madness of war, every means was used; entire countries were obliterated by nuclear fire before you realized that the dragons were basking in that fire.
You were one of those madmen who refused to surrender and die without a fight. You knew the burning city would be your grave, but you charged the enemy, who roared under the barrage of artillery fire and brought down circling fighter jets with precise bursts of dragonfire. You saw how tank shells bounced off the creature's tough scales, how easily it incinerated all who dared fire at it. You knew you had only one chance, so you put all your faith in the ancient legends. Steel, explosives, fire - all were useless against the dragons, so you didn't bother with a useless assault rifle. Instead, you stormed into the burning museum. The jade spear of an ancient emperor - just what you needed! Amid the deafening roar of the cannons, you crept up to the beast, which was clearly enjoying the battle, and like a berserker of legend, you charged, knowing that you would die in a minute. One, just one, strike with the spear that pierced the tough scales, and you were drenched in fiery, hot, poisonous blood as the dragon roared, obviously feeling pain! The huge creature had no intention of dying from such a little thing, but you were able to read the respect in the monster's gaze and smirk back. You were the only one who managed to wound it! A moment later, a massive clawed paw slammed you into the wall, burying you in the rubble of the skyscraper for ages.