The Preaching Dragon

POV ???:

A hooded man in a grey was hiding behind a large boulder, holding a binocular in his hand, pointed towards the tall black tower in the distance. He wasn't even moving. His body perfectly steadied as a result of years of training.

There was no sign of impatience as he calmly waited for his opportunity.

Suddenly the clouds of dark smoke drifting around the tower whirled, and a massive silhouette of a wyrm raised towards the sky, each flap of their wings causing the smoke to spin.

The man's heart started to beat faster, his excitement growing with each passing second as he watched the majestic wyrm lift off the tower.

Still, he clenched his fist, reigning his emotions as he moved his binoculars, observing the majestic beast in the sky.

Their whole body was gilded with gold and crystals, giving it a regal look worthy of a king. Yellow and white magma was glowing all over their pitch-black body, the air around them shivering under the immense heat.