Mage oneshot

The setting of the sun was masked by the shadowed clouds weaving themselves into the darkening sky. Whispers of wind warned any alive beings in reach, the process had already begun.

A lone man stood there, the cape flapping behind him as the winds whisked around his frame. His eyes fixed onto the unknown phenomenon that was occurring before him.

All was silent until the screeching of mythical beings ensued. They cried and screamed as the world was torn apart from its very foundations, the dimensions shifting to accommodate the destruction and rebirth of the worlds.

The Mage was still there unable to move as his magic shielded him from the death and destruction brought on by the winds of change. Howling dragons in the distance shook the world's very base with their screams, the rebirth, had begun.