Darkstalker sighed, looking over the land, the sun high in the sky, lesser dragons being forced to work for the Nightwings. You've conquered Pyrrihia, now what? He asked himself. There's The Talons of Peace, but they enchanted you with your own power. He sighed, he remembered the exact words, hearing it from the mind of the dragon that wrote it. "Darkstalker cannot enchant objects that will only bring harm, or enchant living beings," the exact words, and they snuck it in his food. And now- "This is boooring!" he yawned. Darkstalker looked into the futures, seeing one which caught his interest, a world called Earth, far away. He could see dragons, technology far beyond his knowledge, and the remains of massive scavengers littering the ground. Not looking further into that future, he had a massive smile on his face. Finally! Something more to conquer! He thought happily, I'll need something grand for it, a door! A massive, majestic, shiny door in a cave! He planned, going to force the workers to make it.

Days later

"It's done!" He chimped, looking over the construction with a massive smile. He walked up to it, looking at the material it was made out of. Oh, dear. I probably shouldn't have made it out of obsidian. He thought, the obsidian shining in the glare of the sun. Well, I can fix that in the enchantment! I enchant this door to be unbreakable, and open to world "Earth," Darkstalker enchanted, looking at the door again.

"Heil the regime!" Many people yelled, a small, but violent riot taking place on the outskirts of Toronto for a Nazi-like government, throwing Molotovs and firing guns at the riot police, while the police held their stance and fired back, taking people behind the lines to be arrested. "Gas the Jews!" Easily influenced people yelled while throwing food, bricks and more Molotovs into the lines of police. "We need a Führe! Not a Prime Minister."

The two forces came to a standstill once a door appeared in the middle of the street. Made out of obsidian, the frame consisting of a dark grey stone, and it was as tall as a two-story house. A massive dragon, Darkstalker, came through the door excitedly, his massive frame towering over all the humans. He looked around, a massive smile glued to his face. Looking at the skyscrapers, practically touching the sky. Then, he looked at the riot police

They're Scavengers, but - they're so organized and menacing. Darkstalker observed, while he knew they were Scavengers, their appearance, formation, size, and silence, made them seem more intimidating, and he never noticed how dragon, like the scavengers eyes from his world were, until now, they just looked lifeless. Behind him, he could see a disorganized crowd of scavengers, dressed in many different types of clothes, mainly bright clothes, many holding up the Nazi flag, they seemed confused. One of them threw a Molotov at his head, causing him to yell out in pain, the gas burning his scales and eyes. From the crowd of police, he could understand what one said

"Open fire!" one yelled, the police pointing their guns through spaces between riot shields, while most cops had rubber bullets, many had live hollow point ammunition, which was able to penetrate Darkstalkers scales. The shooting from the police side caused fear in the rioters, causing them to attack the dragon with various debris, some with actual weapons.

"Stop!" He yelled, feeling like he would die. Not wanting to go back for a while longer, he picked up a nearby trash can and enchanted it to heal himself. "Ha! Try to kill me now!" Damn dragon, eat this! A cop yelled, throwing something at Darkstalker. It released a white cloud, as the cloud expanded, he could feel it all - not just around. In his body, his eyes, scales and insides started to burn. It got harder to breathe, his eyes and mouthwatering. More and more tear gas grenades were thrown at him, heavily increasing his exposure to the gas. Not able to take the pain anymore, Darkstalker retreated back to Pyrrhia through the large doors.

"Your Highness!" A young Nightwing called, concerned by Darkstalkers state. His body was bloody, large scorch marks on him, his eyes red and watery, saliva pouring out of his mouth and multiple bullet wounds on his body. "Is there anything I can -" the young Nightwing retreated back, Darkstalker vomiting on the ground. "Um…"

I can't hold it in! Darkstalker thought embarrassingly.

"...Um… I'll - um - I'll let you be," the Nightwing muttered.

"Wait! Go get the commander of the army," Darkstalker ordered.

"One person left," someone whispered, paying close attention to the phone screen. "Think you can beat me, eh?" He said, thinking the person could hear him. "There you are," he equipped a grenade, throwing it Into the house and killing the last player. "WINNER, WINNER, CHICKEN DINNER!" He yelled happily after winning the Player Unknown's Battlegrounds round. Going from rank 58 59.

"Alright everyone, we got orders to get to a riot in Toronto. Apparently, something serious happened there."

"As you can see here, a massive wooden door appeared in the middle of the pro-nazism riot, earlier a massive dragon had come through the door, only to see the receiving end of multiple weapons," a news reporter said. "The local police department has taken control of the situation, but it seems - wait! There's a military helicopter right there!" The reporter pointed towards the sky, the camera filmed the CSOR helicopter as soldiers rappeled to the ground quickly, taking positioned around the door. "The Canadian military has just arrived, currently they are clearing out the area, this is Jerry Mouse, going back to you, Tom Hunter," Jerry said, running away from the area.

"What happened?" The CSOR commander asked the police chief.

"Big ass dragon came running through that door during a riot, managed to scare it off, but not sure if it'll be back," the police chief explained, look at the door, which was closely guarded by many riot police.

"So - wait, what? A dragon?" The commander asked. "Sir, I think you need to - Woah!" The CSOR commander yelled dragons of multiple colours burst through the door. "Open fire!"

What the hell? A CSOR soldier wondered. Winning PUBG was amazing, but this? This is just - wow! He thought, firing a burst of three rounds into an orange dragon that had large wings, the dragon threw a ball at the humans before it died from the wounds, blowing up like a frag grenade. "Commander!" The soldier yelled but stopped as he saw the last dragon, a black dragon, nearly the same size as him, if not slightly bigger. It's underside nearly black, blue a hint of blue in it, and it wore two onyx earrings. "Look, how about we just go our separate ways?" the soldier asked.

"Stupid Scavengers."