Screams.
A full suite orchestra of screams spread through the air, bringing together the ghastliest of symphonies one would ever get the displeasure of hearing.
Broken splinters of wood and uprooted chunks of the ground flew up into the air. The traces of tranquil grasses in the green montane paths were crushed, trampled, destroyed.
All the crude houses built up by the villagers of old were brought down as a colossal red tail swept through the incline. Rigid scales like flaky concrete covered the entirety of the red tail and the giant body it connected to.
"RUN! The Contulin Dragon! The Contulin Dragon is here!!"
Men and women grabbed their children and ran away from the ravaged craters that used to be their homes.