They stared at him in shock. He was seated, with steeze and aura, on a very large brown dragon. His hands was in the air and with a loud voice he said to them:
" I am not dead, I'm alive and breathing well!".
A gust of wind accompanied him up, surging and coming with great speed.
The dragon's skin looked like it was made of leather, seemingly woven intricately. Its stare was golden and Ash seemed to catch a twinkle in it. It struck him that this was a…
DESERT DRAGON!
'Impressive,' Ash whispered, breathing in and out.
Rhett's body was dusty, like he had bathed in a long slope of sand. His air was ruffled and looked scattered and unkept.
Rhett was now wondering what occurred when Rhett fell down the middle of the earth that split.
