The sky roared with thunder as Scylla landed on the ground. Luke was too shocked to do anything. Too scared to move. It was the first time he had seen a dragon so closely.
Everything about the dragon, its jade scales, its horns and its blazing eyes scared him crapless. His heart fell deeper and deeper into his bowel the more he stared at Scylla. He felt cold... Ice cold. So much so that his hands were started shivering uncontrollably. His intuition, his body, his mind and everything around him was begging him to run. Everything apart from his legs that had rebelled against him, unwilling to budge from the place.
In hindsight, He wasn't scared of the dragon. No. He was more scared of the one standing on its back. The man was smartly dressed in black clothes, looking like devil's personal hitman. Just looking at the man, made his spine shiver uncontrollably. Before Luke knew it, Arnold began walking towards him. His heart sank with each step he took.
