"...Another one is coming! Get ready…!"
Macheo shouted out as he strained his throat so that his words could reach the ears of his comrades in the wake of the enormous dragon's next assault.
The once immaculate fields of seraphic white were razed by azure flames that ate away at its beauty, rising in a mystical smoke that clouded the domain in the dominance of the four-winged beast.
After combining their efforts multiple times already just to halt its mighty breaths, each of them were left exhausted. As painful as new breaths came to be drawn, they could only stand as the shadow of their impending battle loomed over them.
Like a great mountain it stood over them, existing in the ivory pasture like a malevolent force of nature as its immaculate scales of iridescent white glittered in the light like a ferocious divinity punishing them. Despite their efforts thus far, not a single blemish disgraced the sturdy, white scales of the dragon.
