The dragon stood before them like a living mountain. Its eyes burned like molten gold and it had grey horns sweeping back from its skull in elegant, dangerous arcs, and black powerful pair of wings.
Damien and Lucian looked in awe at the magnificent creature in front of them. The dragon had its eyes fixed directly on the two brothers, unmoving.
It had wings stretched out behind its back like an elongated bat's and red, flaming hot skin that covered its body in rough patches. Its eyes were blood red, like lava heated over and over again with five horns arranged in lines on both sides of his head. The dragon loomed over them, dark, thick smoke tumbling out of its nose like rain.
The air that came out was so thick that any human there at that time would die from suffocation.
