Its gaze was like two tangible bolts of lightning, sharply stabbing at the dragon group in the sky.
Its size was unimaginably large, even bigger than the usual young red dragon, surrounded by a rich aura of magical and spiritual energy.
The mane on its neck was unusually dense and majestic, like the cloak of an emperor, surrounding it grandly.
But that was not real fur.
It was a circle of blazing purple flames, the purple mane danced as if alive, adding much power to the giant lion.
It had wings on both sides of its back, and its surface was not merely covered in fur; there were many scales resembling purple crystals subtly embedded in key places.
From its forehead, along its backbone, all the way to the tailbone, were thumb-sized purple crystals floating inches from its skin, suspended in the air, following its breathing and heartbeat, rhythmically rising and falling as if alive.
Most importantly.
