The Death Dragon writhed in defiance.
Its enormous body, an ancient monument of destruction, was now pinned against the ground.
The force holding it down was invisible but unyielding, crushing it as if the weight of the heavens had descended upon its shoulders.
The beast screeched furiously, its guttural cries echoing through the ruined forest.
Claws as large as boulders tore into the earth in a desperate bid for freedom.
Its wings thrashed, sending gusts of wind that flattened the nearby trees.
But no matter how much it struggled, the invisible pressure remained, holding it firmly in place.
"What… is this power?!" the dragon roared, its voice laced with panic for the first time in centuries.
But then, abruptly, the pressure vanished.
The dragon blinked in surprise, its chest heaving as it scrambled to its feet.
For a fleeting moment, hope flickered in its ancient heart.
It had escaped.
