As the dark clouds drew closer, swirling with unnatural speed, Adyr's eyes narrowed. At first, it had seemed like an oncoming storm—rushing winds, thick black clouds laced with flickers of lightning—but something felt deeply wrong. This wasn't weather. This was something else entirely.
And then, he saw it.
Cutting through the storm like a blade of shadow, a colossal black dragon soared just beneath the clouds, its wings spanning wide enough to eclipse the sun. Wherever it passed, the sky twisted into rolling thunderclouds, crackling with deep blue lightning that reflected off its obsidian-scaled body. Its form rippled with power, each wingbeat sending shockwaves through the air. Its eyes—glowing like shards of lightning trapped in ice—searched the land below with ancient, intelligent malice.
It was unmistakably a Spark. Not just any Spark, but one on par with Colossith—perhaps even stronger. It carried the kind of pressure that weighed on the chest and made your bones feel hollow.
