The silence of the evening was shattered by the ferocious roars of the drake. It stormed towards the estate's main gate, its massive frame a blur of muscle and scales.
The ground trembled beneath its pounding footsteps, and its sharp claws left deep gouges in the earth.
The tall iron gates, attached to the estate's imposing walls, stood no chance against the beast's fury. The drake hurled itself at the thick, reinforced doors with unstoppable force.
With a deafening crash, the gates splintered and flew open as though they were mere twigs. The creature roared again, the sound reverberating through the estate and sending servants and guards alike into a frenzy.
The drake's rampage, however, came to an abrupt halt.
Its snarls turned to curious grumbles as it skidded to a stop before a lone figure.
Everyone at the gates was stunned and stared at the now calm drake and the figure standing before it.
