A tail like that of a great leviathan emerged first, broad and supple, and built not for shredding earth like a dragon's spiked tail, but for gliding effortlessly through any realm it entered. Its fins unfurling like living sails.
Above it rose a mass of flesh both soft and slick, resilient as tempered steel. Thick layers of hardened scales overlapped across its surface, forming a natural armor that almost none could pierce through. It bore no jagged ridges like the icy spines that adorned Alan's back, nor the bone-tipped spears that lined Kazikato's. Nor did it resemble Elijah's smooth, serpentine scales.
It was a dragonic form unlike any other Alan had seen.
Instead, a single dorsal fin crowned its back, delicate in appearance, yet thrumming with an immense power. Beneath it, a pair of gills pulsed steadily, feeding the immense body above: a towering physique of raw muscle, forged from strength beyond comprehension, yet radiating a quiet, almost serene gentleness.
