Over the endless spread of cold, dry sands and harsh winds, a blue immortal dragon could be seen calmly moving over it about…four or five feet high above the ground.
Its beautiful reptilian slits focused as it scanned the lonely grounds of a realm that was made to imprison a generation of once sinful mortals that became semi-immortals. The moon is its main source of light and a bloodthirsty and angry beast god is its guardian angel.
The Black Dragon, sitting calmly over the blue dragon in a meditative and peaceful state opened one of his eyes again before speaking, ''At your incredible speed, we might as well arrive home after the immortal realm falls apart.''
He teased before calmly closing the eye he opened while feeling the intensity of her irritation with his remark.
The blue dragon growled while rolling her eyes as she maintained her peaceful speed back home.
'Maybe it's not too late to make him fall…'
