A dark, menacing aura radiated from the man, so thick and potent it seeped into every corner, swallowing the surroundings. His presence was overwhelming, dangerous. He stood tall, his chest puffed with an unshakable confidence that bordered on arrogance.
"I hadst not intended to unleash this form, for razing this realm would taketh little time and less effort," the dragon's voice thundered, his eyes roaming over the women scattered around, my women. "Yet… I am inclined to sample the pleasures of this world before I reduce it to ashes."
"You'll have to go through my dead body first," I shot back.
No one could touch my women—no one, not even a creature like this dragon.
"Very well, mortal..." he intoned, his voice drenched in malice. Suddenly, he vanished, and before my next heartbeat, he reappeared directly in front of me, his arm already cocked back, ready to strike.
