Drakar stood paralyzed, eyes wide with primal terror, as the monstrous silhouette of Drogor loomed above him like an ancient god risen from slumber.
His massive body, armored in gleaming, blood-red scales, stretched over three hundred meters, wings so vast they darkened the sky entirely, blotting out the sun and plunging the battlefield into eerie darkness.
The air itself trembled violently with each breath the colossal dragon took, emanating fury and ancient power.
Drakar felt his heart pound violently, fear and dread twisting mercilessly inside him. He stumbled back as a primal growl erupted from Drogor's throat—an earth-shaking rumble, reverberating through the bones of every living being nearby.
Drakar shuddered uncontrollably, eyes wide, wings drooping helplessly. He had faced countless foes, conquered kingdoms—but never had he faced a terror as profound as this enraged dragon.
