Desmond's gaze softened as he beheld the creature before him, his relief palpable.
"Fortunately, it's not what I expected," Desmond remarked, his voice laced with a newfound sense of assurance. He studied the dragon before him, standing tall and unwavering, devoid of fear or hesitation.
The creature that stood before him was a dragon, albeit in a miniature form, reminiscent of the dragons before they absorbed the material that could fit within a closed fist. Despite its diminutive stature, it possessed all the defining features of a dragon, its obsidian scales glistening with an onyx sheen. Its eyes mirrored Desmond's own magenta hue, while its horns emitted ethereal blue flames.
Desmond maintained his composure, a silent observer of the extraordinary sight. Although he harbored a desire to capture and keep this magnificent being, he understood the inherent power it wielded, enough to extinguish him before his existence even began.
