Eldrun looked upon the Chiran Royal Guard standing before her, and let out a scornful chuckle.

“You mortals seriously seek to defeat me?” she boasted. Eldrun grabbed the captain by the neck, her claws digging into his flesh. What fun it was to prey on the weak, to see the life leaving their miserable bodies! He dropped dead onto the floor, and Eldrun stepped on his head, crushing his armored skull. Her eyes widened as she cut through the rest of the soldiers in a whirlwind of blood and gore, laughing. Laughing at their weakness, their stupidity, their futile attempts to stop her.

“Charge!” she bellowed to her soldiers. “And leave no prisoners!” She rushed through the bloodshed, killing civilians and setting houses alight with balls of infernal flames. She sprouted a pair of draconic wings and flew up to the castle. 

She killed everyone inside. The royal family died begging. It was quite disappointing—far too easy. She flew to the roof of the castle, gazing down upon the bloodshed she and her men had caused…

…and wanted more.