Majestic. Unbeatable. The greatest force that could ever reign over the skies and land.
Those were the thoughts as Clark gazed at an infinite sky only those with the powers to fly well beyond the clouds had.
While Clark could somewhat feel that this was a dream, he struggled to rationalize it. These things were harder to understand, but even the system was not reacting when he was trying to use the analysis. Clark found that he couldn'
T even look away.
The blue green scales of the flying dragon were shimmering in the sun. but with each small growl or roar, the clouds below it shifted. Lightning began to play at the edges while a storm was formed. A hurricane. A typhoon. A great storm that could collapse a mountain if it desired.
"This power, is to little child."
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