Winds howled as a massive creature approached the entrance of a cave situated near the peak of a perilously windy mountain.
Its body was riddled with scorched wounds, and its breathing was labored, clearly struggling even with simple movements like flapping its magnificent silver wings.
'How can such a small bird be so powerful and fierce? Even the elder members of my kin might be defeated by it,' the Wind Dragon thought to itself, regretting its choice to challenge the Phoenix.
'Hmph, at least those humans are even more foolish than I am! If I, a proud member of the dragon race, couldn't defeat it, how could they possibly succeed?'
Little did it know, the very flaming bird it now feared had already been destroyed by the humans—specifically, by one human; and that same human was already hot on its tail.
Wind Dragons, despite being defeated by the Phoenix in terms of flying speed, were amongst the fastest flyers of its species.
