Balaur, the Beast of War      

"Golly, the teleportation runes!" Rain shouted over the howling wind. "Can you get us out of here using those?"

Golly's hands trembled as he fumbled with the runes, his earlier confidence shattered by the sheer magnitude of the threat bearing down on them. "I—I don't know!" he admitted, his voice cracking under the strain. "The interference from the dragon's magic is too strong. I can't stabilize the spell! And it would take too long!"

The dragon's presence was now undeniable. It was close enough that they could see the flicker of its massive wings, each beat sending shockwaves through the air that resonated with the primal power of the beast.

Its eyes, glowing like molten lava, pierced through the darkness, locking onto the small group of survivors with a malevolent intelligence that sent chills down their spines.