Foster froze, his breath suspended.
He could hardly comprehend what was happening to him. All around him was this white nothingness, an ocean of emptiness, infinite and silent. The air itself seemed motionless, barely disturbed by the ghostly breeze caressing his hair. But what froze him was not the strangeness of the place.
It was the creature standing before him.
A dragon.
A real dragon.
Foster had never seen one in his life. Not even in the legends he'd heard, not even in the tales whispered by the ancients. Because dragons were a myth. They were no longer supposed to exist. Yet there it was, this jade colossus, unfurling its immensity before him, every scale reflecting an ethereal glow, as if the creature itself were but a mirage fashioned in light.
Her emerald gaze was upon him, piercing, unfathomable.
Foster felt a shiver run down his spine. His instincts were screaming that he was facing an entity far beyond his comprehension.