After ten thousand years, the great beasts of legend have arisen from their deep slumber and now walk the planet’s surface once again. However, something seems off about them compared to the last time they were seen.
As the dumbfounded fisherman watched, the spirit padded along the water’s surface until it reached the shore, where it leaped up into the air and into the darkness of the woods just beyond the shoreline, where it disappeared from sight.
It was the flapping of enormous wings that startled me first. Immediately after jolting awake from a rather pleasant dream, the thing that shocked me second was the muzzle of a wild-eyed flying horse at the window.
As he watched, the draconic beast formed a couple figure eights in the sky before something bright blue flashed on its back and a strange, circular thing appeared, glowing and turning like a neon wheel with symbols etched in the rings.
The drake had summoned a portal.
The once majestic city was brought crashing down, buildings and statues crumbling to dust in the wake of the unmerciful storm. Nothing was spared.