Shifting Tides

Arad stepped over the wall, his massive paws landing between the people. Even one of his silver claws almost reached a man's height. The heat started rising, and the slightly wet ground around them started drying as he glared at the infected.

ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR! Arad roared, unleashing his frightful presence toward the infected. And awe was present toward the people beneath him, and they curled at the base of his tail, hiding behind his legs like they were trees.

Mindless corpses? No, they aren't. The host might have died, but the fungus controlling them is still alive, and even it sought its survival. They took a step back.

Arad's stomach flashed red, and the light slowly traveled to his chest and then to his throat. The people who were touching his legs got their hands burned.

The infected turned to run away as they knew it was coming, the dragon's infamous weapon.