Greg turned in surprise toward the source of the voice, hiseyes narrowing sharply as he scanned the sky above the courtyard.
He spotted a colossal, man-like being suspended high in the air, its massive form silhouetted against the darkening clouds, exuding an aura of ancient power that made the ground beneath seem insignificant.
The being possessed two enormous dragon wings, their leathery spans stretched wide like sails catching an invisible wind, each vein pulsing with a faint, ethereal glow.
Dragon horns protruded prominently from its head, curving backward in sharp, intimidating arcs that spoke of primal ferocity and untold ages of dominance.
The being wore a stark mask over its face, with the bold numeral "1" etched prominently across its surface, a symbol of unchallenged supremacy amid the empire's restored yet battle-scarred landscape.
