'What the hell is it...?' Wain inwardly muttered with wide eyes.
In the center of the arena, in a circle, an unusual creature with an eerie aura walked slowly, its every step shaking the ground. The creature had two strange wings, one was white and dragon-like, while the other was like the wing of an angel, but black as tar.
The creature's body was covered with gray scales as long sharp bones protruded from its elbows and knees. On its paws were deadly claws that could cut through anything and terrifying fangs that protruded slightly from behind its mouth.
'Is that the Dragon...? What happened to it?" Wain wondered while staring intently at the creature.
Parts of its body were severely damaged, as ribs, weathered flesh, and long-dried blood were visible. The creature could still move around, but it was obvious that it is long dead or critically injured.
'No. It's much worse than that.' Gladius said in a deadly serious voice.
