The roar of the dragon was as threatening as ever.
It may be threatening to everybody else, but to Ryan, it was as mesmerizing as her form.
A dragon so enormous that its shadow covered meters of the ground.
Her silver dragon form was as beautiful as ever.
It was the third day…
Three days of blood and death…
Three tiresome days of watching people dying in the hands of dealives and the people of Dark Land.
Three days before had been the day he was with her in the cave, under the light of flaming torches.
Such a beautiful day that flashed in his eyes whenever he was in front of the death’s door.
They really had been lucky to have her on their side. She was as unreachable as ever in the sky that none could ever touch her.
None of the witches’ spells reached her as they only bounced o
