a painting of a dragon with a man on a horse

Deep within the molten core of Mount Karthis, Zolkaron stirred from centuries of slumber. His crimson scales gleamed like molten lava, and his mighty wings, spanning the breadth of mountains, unfurled in a display of terrifying majesty. He towered on the blackened rock, his obsidian claws digging into the stone as the very earth trembled beneath his feet. Eyes glowing with ancient fire, Zolkaron scanned the horizon, his gaze sharp and calculating, as the skies darkened in his presence.The ground cracked and fissured beneath him, releasing plumes of smoke and ash, as the dormant power of the great fire dragon was unleashed once more. His voice, deep and rumbling like the eruption of a volcano, broke the silence of the desolate land:"The age of mortals is over. I will reign once again."With a single powerful beat of his wings, he rose into the air, leaving a trail of flame in his wake. The skies bled red as Zolkaron soared towards the kingdoms below, where the unprepared awaited their fiery doom.This prompt set