The Grootslang was the King of the Richtersveld. It lay coiled in its cave, surrounded by a mountain of raw diamonds. Glamour of the Wonder Hole. It sensed a massive presence in the sky above.
"Another thief," the beast thought. "I will add its bones to the pile."
Shenlong, the Azure Dragon of the East, descended from the thunderheads. Azure Coil Flight. He was the master of rain and wind, his scales shimmering with the color of the deep sky.
The Grootslang roared, projecting its Gem-Sense to tempt the dragon with greed. "Look! Wealth beyond measure!"
Shenlong laughed. The sound shook the desert. "I am the storm," the dragon replied. "What use have I for shiny rocks?"
The Deluge
Shenlong circled the Wonder Hole. Rain Sovereign's Mandate.
The clouds opened. It wasn't a sprinkle; it was a punishment. A concentrated monsoon poured directly into the sinkhole.
The Grootslang shrieked as its home flooded. It tried to climb out, lashing its tail with Primordial Constriction, but Shenlong summoned lightning to drive it back. Dragon-Scale Tempest.
The water rose for forty minutes. The Grootslang, a creature of the deep earth, was not amphibious enough for this. It thrashed, gasped, and ultimately sank, drowned in a swimming pool of its own greed, while Shenlong flew back to the ocean, leaving a new lake in the desert.