Of stone skin and a serpentine neck, the draconic beast of calamity landed before him with a tremor of dirt and ash.
Finn held one arm up as his coat fluttered beneath the weight of the creature that greeted him. There was no attempt to run, though he knew a fight was just as fruitless.
The unnaturally lengthy neck of the world-ending catastrophe stretched itself around him, encircling him before its predacious eye set itself on him. As it looked at what was nothing more than fodder, the slanted pupil dilated.
Brought within such closeness to the calamitous beast, feeling its breath pushed against him like steam from a pipe, his heart thumped in his chest as sweat clung to his pores.
"You…Ah, the human that evaded my jaws last we met. I had believed my bolts turned you to ash, ground into the soil. Yet, here you are–returned to my domain."
