[Moments Earlier]
In the dense forest of the south, the dragon perched atop a gnarled tree, its emerald eyes fixed on the expanse before it.
Its thoughts, simple and primal, swirled like mist as it obeyed its master's instructions—watch, guard, observe.
The dragon's instincts were attuned to the rhythms of the forest, the rustling leaves, the whispers of wind, and the secrets hidden within the earth.
As time stretched on, the dragon's primitive thoughts occasionally wandered.
Hunger gnawed at its belly, and images of prey flitted through its mind. Yet, the bond between it and its master, Mikey, held strong, anchoring the dragon to its duty.
The dragon's eyes blinked lazily, its reptilian gaze scanning the undergrowth below. For hours, the forest remained still, its heart beating to a silent rhythm. The dragon's mind, though simple, sensed the anticipation, the waiting, as if the very air held its breath in suspended animation.
