"Is that a talking dog?"
The creature stopped vibrating.
It gulped. The tiny throat bobbed beneath the lightless black fur. If one possessed the sight to look past the physical shell, they would see a primordial terror hiding within. A beast that had once soared through crimson storm clouds with scales thick as shields, a genuine dragon-descendant of the old demonic wastes. Yet, right now, it was a quivering pup.
It had been drawn here by the terrifying demonic signature of the white-haired woman. She had been a monster. A true walking calamity. The dog had lurked in the shadows, terrified she might sense its ancient core.
Then, it watched this man erase her from existence with one lazy gesture.
"Y-Yes, Supreme Immortal!" the dog stammered, flattening its belly so hard against the cracked stone it seemed to merge with it. "This humble beast possesses the gift of speech! This lowly one begs for your divine mercy!"
