Strength of a Dragon [1]

Leaving Dark Sister to her violent, blood-soaked feast in the center of the burning grove, Craig drifted toward the edge of the clearing.

The air here was thick with ash and swirling embers, echoing with the crackle of burning iron-wood.

He took a slow, measured breath, his fingers tightening firmly around the leather-bound handle of his arming sword until the knuckles of his gloved hand turned white.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The ground shuddered beneath his boots.

Through his heightened dragon senses, Craig picked up the heavy, rhythmic vibrations of massive hooves churning through the soil.

Two Three-Headed Rhinos—their thick, rocky hides scorched by stray dragonfire and their grey eyes bloodshot with frantic rage—erupted from the thick smoke twenty paces away.