The wingless shadow dragon ascended into the sky, its enormous body moving with an eerie elegance that defied gravity. Standing atop its head, the cloaked figure glared at Alfraed with fury, their plan to capture the elder dragon thwarted by him. Yet, Alfraed caught a fleeting glimpse of other emotions—was it sadness and relief? No, that couldn't be right.
At a particular altitude, the shadow dragon unhinged its jaws, gathering dark energy into a swirling vortex. The cloaked figure amplified the energy, their hands moving in intricate patterns as the vortex grew larger, darker, and more menacing. The air around them crackled with power, the ground trembling beneath the sheer force of the gathering energy.
The elder dragon let out a low, rumbling growl, its golden eyes narrowing as it spread its massive wings. [Prepare yourself, little one,] it warned, its voice resonating with urgency. [This will not be a simple attack.]
