The sky tore apart with the deafening roar of the dragon as its colossal wings cut through the dense, cold air. The creature's scales shimmered like shards of black glass, reflecting the faint, sickly light seeping through the heavy clouds. Its molten eyes glowed with a predatory intelligence as it circled above the group, its massive shadow swallowing them whole.
"Take cover!" Ezra's voice rang sharp and clear, slicing through the rising panic.
The group scattered, pressing themselves against the jagged stone walls of the balcony's overhang. Caroline froze for a heartbeat, her wide eyes fixed on the creature above. Her chest felt tight, her breath shallow—the invisible pull in her chest intensified with every beat of her heart, each thrum resonating like an iron chain being pulled taut.
