Everyone looked with wide eyes as Damien stood before them, his body trembling under the weight of a force none of them had ever felt before. Behind him, a pair of strong, veiny wings unfurled with a sound like a deep, resonant crackle tearing through the clouds. They were massive, stretching far wider than any of the seven dragons remembered from the old tales.
His head tilted down and his dark hair hung in strands across his forehead. His eyes were still closed. The ground beneath him smoked faintly, and faint lines of slithering darkness streaked across his veins.
Then, suddenly, his eyes opened.
They were black.
Completely, terrifyingly black.
A wave of power rippled from him, giving off an eerie glow from Damien's wings to illuminate the scene.
