White Alchemist

A dragon? The group unites

Ruby stood face to face with it. It's dangling eye, it's rotting flesh, it's scaly skin. Despite looking dead it still looked fearsome, perhaps even more so now that it moved in the state it was.

Some parts of its bone were visible. By logic, it shouldn't be moving. Even if it did it should've been falling apart. Technically it was.

But now she was frozen in fear. Standing in front of the giant flying lizard monster in front of her.

She faced an undead dragon.

The beast was on fire. Perhaps it was able to light itself on fire; perhaps it was trying to breathe fire, but its current state caused the fire to leak outside its body.

As to which it actually was, Ruby couldn't tell. To her knowledge dragons had fireproof bodies.

They breathed fire, but as to whether their bodies could light on fire she didn't know. In fact, up until now, the concept of a dragon felt like a fever dream.

Maybe she was just seeing things. The dragon swayed its head and turned to face her.

It's head was massiv