In a desolate land filled with nothing but the purple earth, devoid of life and the skies that seemed to tear apart every second.
Cracks formed in the skies and the earth, destroying the already destroyed landscape.
Yet, in a particular area, where a humongous Purple Dragon was resting...all was calm.
The Dragon had 2 pairs of wings, a menacing set of horns that adorned his head like a natural crown, ferocious claws that could tear apart everything, and Purplish eyes....that seemed weak.
The Dragon was curled up in the air which seemed to fluctuate with every breath the dragon took, drawing nearer and nearer to the Dragon.
It was just this dragon in this desolate land, devoid of any organism besides it.
The dragon...appeared to be weak somehow, as if it was a fraction of its peak strength.
Without a doubt, it was recuperating, regaining the strength it had lost.
