Atop the stern deck of a majestic ship with a figurehead of a fierce dragon roaring into battle, stood a young man with a glorious presence. His hair flattered with the cold breeze as his grip on his hilt tightened.
Everything around him was chaotic but he stood there with a tranquil expression like everything going on on that deck had nothing to do with him. With his gaze fixed on the sky, his right foot took a step backwards immediately placing his body in a ready stance.
The makeshift dragon made of clouds flowed gracefully like a waterfall with its fierce gaze fixed on the ship that was being tossed side to side. The luminous light in its eyes brighten like a night light in the dark but no positive vibes were coming from it. There was nothing about it that made one feel safe.
