The golden-scaled humanoid dragon tumbled violently across the ground, his massive form finally coming to a jarring halt as he slammed against the sturdy stone wall of a nearby building.
Wincing in pain, he clutched his left hand tightly with his other, desperately trying to stem the bleeding from the deep gashes that marred his scaly flesh. His once unshakable confidence was now replaced with a sense of bewilderment and dread.
"I possess the power to regenerate...so why can't I heal?" He muttered through gritted teeth, his voice strained and filled with disbelief.
His eyes, dulled by pain, slowly lifted to meet the gaze of a figure gracefully approaching him. It was Lilith, a striking presence amidst the chaos, her demeanor calm and collected.
The dragon's fear was palpable, etched upon his face like a poignant portrait of vulnerability. His words trembled as they escaped his lips, revealing his astonishment and confusion.
