Levan did not move. The world around him seemed to shrink until all that remained was the pulse at his throat and the echo of a scream that refused to fade. Images of the beast unfurled behind his eyes, vivid and merciless.
He knew every detail by heart now — the shape of its claws, the sound of its breath, the flicker of something human that should not have been there.
No one truly knew where such creatures came from. To most, they were nothing but nightmares that slipped through the cracks of the world, the remnants of the old corruption, the filth left behind after The Great War millennia ago. When men and dragons forged their union, those things had been buried, sealed away beyond reach.
And yet, somehow, they had returned.
