Majesty, searing heat, and a body as imposing as a mountain, with patterns like flowing magma—the complete form of the Shadowflame Dragon, like the cold indifference flickering in its vertical pupils, instilled a primal fear in all who beheld it.
But beyond that fear, one might feel an awe rising spontaneously in the soul, a sense of beauty that overwhelmed.
It wasn't for the aesthetic beauty of the Shadowflame Dragon's form that one would marvel, but rather for the magnificence of its surging, powerful essence that left one astonished.
"A Great Dragon!"
Russell reigned in his gaze, not daring to peer carelessly at the Shadowflame Dragon's form again, but even that brief glimpse had left an indelible impression in his mind—an incarnation of the most formidable force in the Supernatural World.
It was also the ultimate embodiment of the earth's power.
