Only one week had been enough.
In barely seven days, France was no more. It had been swept away, conquered, annexed by a foreign power foreign to their very world. What was once a proud and independent nation was now nothing more than occupied territory, reshaped in the image of a new dominant species: the dragons.
Paris, once the capital of light and culture, now resembled a sinister fortress, dominated by immense dark towers with sharp forms. The Eiffel Tower itself, formerly a global symbol of elegance and innovation, had been transformed into a terrifying draconic watchtower, crowned with glimmering runes and eternal flames of purple fire. Everywhere the eye could see, dark banners bearing the royal coat of arms of the dragons flapped in the wind, constantly reminding the humans still alive of their new condition: slaves or fugitives, but never again free.
