Prince on Black Dragon

From the utmost reaches of the Western expanse emerges a creature whose sheer magnitude shakes the foundations of fear itself, heralded by the thunderous cacophony of war drums and the mournful dirge of despair. Its presence casts a looming shadow over the battlefield, where its very existence instills a paralyzing dread and sets ablaze the chaos of conflict. This behemoth, with its glacial stare and jaws hungry for the taste of blood, embodies the essence of merciless brutality. Each swipe of its claws and each bellow from its cavernous maw echoes like the wrath of the gods, sealing the fate of those bold enough to stand against it. Yet, more fearsome still is the dark figure that rides astride its mighty form, a being whose soul is steeped in the darkest abyss. This rider, the true architect of devastation, revels in the anguish of others and finds ecstasy in the relentless annihilation that follows in their wake. His laughter, chilling and malevolent, reverberates through the chao