Flames roared everywhere. Most of the buildings in the city were at least partially crushed. Pieces of burning wood littering the ground, rock melting within the blaze, burned corpses lie scattered along the areas that were once roads, like they had tried to flee from the destruction. Hysterical laughter echoed through the burning city, booming from an armor-clad warrior sitting upon a large white dragon. The only part of the warrior visible was a long, white, furry tail sprouting from the back of dark black and glowing red spiked armor. The dragon roared as it swooped down and shot a large fireball at one of the few remaining uncrushed buildings. The dragon continued on to the next few buildings as the first exploded sending flaming shrapnel cascading down upon the ruined city.
A single man crawled out of the ruins of what was once The Palace of Kings. His clothes were tattered, his hair singed, and a trail of blood was seeping from his left calf which appeared to have been crushed. He struggled to drag himself away from the burning ruins, and collapsed onto his good leg, using his arms to keep himself from falling onto the warm stone. The warrior looked down upon the man, no emotion evident in the demonic helmet it wore, yet burning rage seemed to radiate from the warrior. "You see this Ulfric? I am the dragonborn! I have the power of dragons in my grasp! And yet you looked down upon me, dismissed me and took credit for my achievements! Those mercenaries you sent after me? They didn't have time to cry for mercy before I slaughtered them! And they kept your note with them, such fools." the warrior roared as Ulfric coughed violently and stared up in horror at the dragon-riding warrior. "I was your ally! I spearheaded the attacks against the Imperials! And that's how you repay me! Well this is what happens to those who double-cross me!" the warrior snarled before leaping from the dragon's back, pulling the dragon-bone battleaxe from its back.
Ulfric barely had time to scream before his body was cleaved in half. The warrior slowly rose from it's position, hefting the battleaxe glistening with blood. As the blood pooled around Ulfric's corpse the warrior tore a dry strip of clothing from the remains and proceeded to clean its battleaxe before remounting the dragon. The warrior circled the city once before flying off in the direction of the nearest stormcloak camp, with the remains of the city burning brightly in the night behind them.