Nyx, the Red Death Dragon, burst from the portal with a roar that shook the very foundations of the coastal district. Even in his adolescent form, he was a sight to behold—scales that seemed to be forged from living flame, wings that cast shadows across the beach, and eyes that burned with the fury of volcanic cores.
The beachgoers who had been fleeing in terror suddenly stopped, paralyzed by a different kind of fear. Nyx's fear aura washed over the area like a physical force, and confused murmurs rippled through the crowd.
"What manner of beast is that?"
"I've never seen anything like it..."
"The power... I can feel it in my bones..."
But Nyx had no interest in the humans cowering on the beach. His attention was entirely focused on the serpent that had dared to threaten his bond-brother's territory. Without hesitation, the dragon folded his wings and dove.
