It was a scene torn from the wildest corners of fantasy.
A massive floating citadel drifted through the skies, anchored to an obsidian mountain. Around these radiant structures whose bases shimmered with waves of purple and gold—draconic hybrids soared in a synchronized, spiraling formation. They formed a colossal ring nearly a hundred miles wide as they looked like a legion that would endlessly die before a single mile of the land they protected ever came to harms way.
Hundreds of thousands of them.
A vast legion of purple-gold beings, each unique in size and shape, their jagged spines tipped with gleaming crystals of violet and blue. They bore wings and features reminiscent of dragons, their visages regal and fierce.
This was the product of Draconian Pathogenicity V—a terrifying advancement, and a breathtaking one.
Anyone witnessing the sight would freeze in awe... and then, wisely, run.
