POV Wyrm Venenumius:
The dragon stood on all four, the huge mass of armor, magma, and crystals towering above the sea of magma. Mana swirled and spiraled around it, the bright blue light passing through the black clouds.
The wyrm hovered in the sky as if contemplating whether to turn back or continue.
Until now the wyrm felt undefeatable, its memories of how it slaughtered large groups of mortals still vivid in its mind.
They were its pride, but now the wyrm felt weak and insignificant in the presence of the huge and majestic dragon.
The wyrm's shiny, elegant-looking, silvery scales looked slightly blurry as if they were covered in a thin, microscopic layer of water.
Two long, straight-growing horns crowned its head, they looked unstable and ethereal, as if they were made of unimaginable pure water.
A long, transparent spike made of material that looked like solidified water stuck out of its tail's end, with ripples of energy passing through it.
