The Risen dragon's jaw snapped shut with a chilling click, its wings beating in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Its body rose and fell with each beat, the air tearing through the forest with hurricane-force winds. Borealis shrieked, his feathers rattling in the wind, while Fable braced his paws on the ground. He lowered his head and nipped my sleeve, pulling me to him.
The Risen's eyeless skull turned to me, and it let out an earsplitting roar. The dragon was far from the glory of its ninth-level self, reduced to a husk that stood at the peak of eighth level. But still, the sheer force of its aura was suffocating. My tail lashed on instinct, and I huddled against Fable's leg, clutching my chest as I struggled to breathe. The sound cut off, and I gasped, sucking in air.
"Th-this was a bad idea," I muttered.