Dragon king's throne

Someone stands on the battlefield. The armor covered with his blood and that of his enemies.

" I have done enough, time for me to sleep. This is where I will slumber."

With a smile full of sorrow, his eyes become empty. His body starts to fracture as he drops to his knees, his body and armor lose colour. The blood dries and with a gentle breeze, turns into a stream of ash.

A ball of light leaves his body and races towards the stellar night.