Vision of Misery! (2)

Indeed, it was a dragon.

No. It was THE dragon.

The masked man's target seemed to have come to meet them all in the middle. This target and something else unforeseen.

As countless raging gusts went berserk over the Factions rising from the waters, most unharmed by its poisonous properties, the figures of the new arrivals appeared in express detail.

The dragon was vast. Immensely vast. 

It was comparable to the largest cities on Pelian and more, and that was without accounting for its tail, which was responsible for 40% of the aggressive, troubled winds, and its terrifying wing span.

The behemoth was covered in countless, stone-like, foggy grey scales that looked like they had seen better days. Some were cracked, some caved in, but this didn't immediately register to the onlookers, after all, the great beast was moving rather nimbly for its size, nearly turning into a blur at points.