It was like a small mountain had risen from the ground, the forest they had been standing on was now towering over them.
The body of this dragon was covered in trees and scales that seemed to be half fused to the earth. There were cracks. There was a carrion aura of decay around this dragon along with the fresh scent of the earth, trees, and nature. This dragon, the sun cast his shadow far behind it, the large wings covering the forest behind it in large and distant shadows.
There was a droning sound in the air louder than thunder, the seismic tremors shaking Damon's feet beneath him.
Gravewing. That was what he heard Seras say.
One of its wings seemed torn as if mountainous fangs and claws had ripped them apart, leaving them ragged and torn.
The expedition force ran as fast as their legs could carry them, dashing away with superhuman speed. Could they outrun a mountain?
Dung… rumble… rumble.
