CHAPTER 18
Standing in the center of the loading dock area was a huge ninety-foot-long, fifty-five-foot-high, stone washed blue dragon with pointed wings spanning about twenty-five feet, a long neck with blonde, horse mane hair, spikes on the underbelly, multiple horns coming from top and side of its head, and its face and body covered in fur.
The beast stared at a few men who stood before it with chains and a few guns pointed at him.
The dragon opened its mouth and blew out a hot stream of breath. Zen couldn’t see it, but he could feel the heat from the blast as it filled the room. The burst of air hit the men and they all stumbled backward, falling on their asses and tumbling away, crashing into things. Once they stopped, he noticed none of them moving.
The dragon turned its head tow
