Undead Dragon

Undead Dragon

In the heart of the darkest legends lies the tale of the Undead Dragon, an entity whose very existence defies the natural order. This colossal beast, once a symbol of majesty and might, now traverses the skies as a grotesque parody of its former glory. Its once-resplendent scales have sloughed off, revealing a skeletal form that intertwines bone and rotting sinew. The great wings, though tattered and decayed, continue to beat with an eerie persistence, casting shadows that seem to choke the very light from the moon.

Its eyes, once bright with the fires of life, are now hollow abysses, leaking a spectral blue mist that seems to weep for the creature’s damned existence. The stench of decay follows it like a shroud, a testament to the constant decomposition that somehow does not claim it entirely. Each footfall, each beat of its wings, echoes with a sorrowful moan, as though the land and air themselves grieve for this twisted mockery of life and death.

Yet, amidst this aura of desolation, an undeniable dread emanates from the Undead Dragon. Its presence in the sky is an omen, a signal of dark times. For while it may be a creature trapped between life and death, its potential for destruction remains undiminished, and its hunger for vengeance against a world that has forsaken it is insatiable.