Azrael's jaw dropped seeing the creature standing all mighty in the middle with Cadgers around it. The red eyes glowed like cherries amidst the silky white fur like the untouched winter snow. Eight heads with the body of a western dragon.
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August was feeling similar to Azrael. It was just a majestic sight to behold. A dragon, with white and faint aquamarine scales that looked like water droplets. August was awestruck that Azrael could create such a majestic beast. Seeing the eight-headed dragon roar out, Cadgers stepped back immediately, moving away without harming him.
"Augustine! You alright?" Azrael sighed in relief once they were out of danger. She got a better look at him. He was…still petrified, from one of the dragon heads licking his face like a loyal puppy.
