"He is here again."
In the sky, there was a Red Dragon, spanning thousands of miles. Only a few scales on its body could have covered up the entire town underneath it. Two men looked at the mythical creature through a hole in the roof as the shadow, cast by the Dragon, became a night for the town.
"He indeed is."
Unlike the bleeding and cowering sentient beings, who had heard the Red Dragon's roar, these two men were casually standing at their place. The older of them took out a paintbrush as a paper materialized in front of him and started to paint this terrifying but beautiful scene.
Colors came running at the tip of the brush as if they were a part of a race.
The Red Dragon, despite its vast size, didn't take long to pass over the town. But miraculously, the painting had also been completed within those few moments. 'Miracle' was the right word to describe this painting, as one could hardly differentiate it from Reality.
