As the dragon moved, its sinewy tail swept through the air, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake. The ground beneath its feet trembled, and the scorching heat it emanated caused the very earth to crack and wither. It was a creature born of the elements, a living embodiment of fire and destruction.
With each beat of its mighty wings, the fire dragon launched itself into the sky, leaving behind a trail of sparks and smoke. The sound of its wings was like a roaring inferno, a symphony of power and dominance. As it soared through the heavens, its fiery breath illuminated the night, leaving a trail of searing flames in its wake.
Hearing the roars of the dragon, everyone had already got up and went out with their swords. But they did not expect to see something like that.
"It-It's a dragon. F-fire dragon, I guess," Ryan said with a shaky voice.
