The ground trembled.
In the distance, a figure approached, small at first, almost insignificant against the already devastated horizon. But with every step it took, the pressure over the area grew, slow and relentless, like the weight of something that felt no need to hurry because it already knew how things would end.
The steps grew heavier. The figure, larger.
And as it drew closer, its features began to take shape.
Large. As large as a house, perhaps more. A robust body covered in a grey-blue armour of layered scales forged by the earth itself. Four powerful legs. A thick tail ending in a sphere bristling with spikes. And at the front of everything else, a massive blue horn jutting from its forehead.
A Bluehorn Earth Dragon.
Elena recognized it immediately, and the moment she did, her voice cut across the battlefield.
"Everyone fall back. Now!" Her voice rang out firm and powerful enough to be heard far and wide, carrying a hint of anxiety, and perhaps even a trace of fear.
