The sun descended, blazing against the night, and another thunderous roar shook the heavens. A calm descended over the battlefield, an awed hush from the armies of the Divine, and a fearful one from the demons. Heavy thuds marked the beat of giant wings, and slowly, a draconic body took form.
Massive wings stretched across the sky, shrouding the mountains in a terrible aura. They stretched hundreds of feet across, supporting a body even longer than Fable in his true form. It had four clawed limbs, a sinewy neck, and a lashing tail covered in spines. The dragon's scales shimmered like a million glittering light crystals, glowing with inner sunlight. Its eyes were pools of molten gold.
A figure of silver, gleaming armor, sat atop the dragon's back, nestled between its beating wings. He didn't wear a helmet, letting his long, golden hair flow in the wind. He surveyed the battlefield with deliberacy, a drawn sword resting across his saddle.
