I run and fly at the pace of the weakest in the troop, my powerful wings propelling me forward with grace. The Earth is devastated, completely disfigured by man. If you take a satellite view and draw a straight line to stay in the forest or in the middle of nature, there's nothing left. Nothing. The forest is no longer, only grass fields and crops burned to infinity to feed overpopulated humans.

"If they love energy so much, why don't they live on the surface of the sun? I'm going to offer them some sunscreen," I grumble to myself.

Every step in this barren landscape is painful for my companions and the wolves, their fur full of barbed wire cuts. I do my best to avoid the poles and trample the wire every time, but it's no longer the blue planet; it's the barbed wire planet.

Lakes dot the landscape, but everything is fenced off, roads crisscrossing everywhere. We're tired of hiding and playing with humans. My imposing figure casts a long shadow, a symbol of the oppression of the supernatural in this desolate world.

"It's very painful and hard to take," I communicate to my companions, the wolves, and Octahedron, the mysterious presence within me.

"Hey, OCTAHEDRON, any idea how to travel faster?" I ask, my voice carrying a tone of urgency.

--- ANALYSE --- ANALYSE ---

---SOLUTIONS FOUND --:

--FLYING -- (ready)--

--DARKNESS (loan)--

-- speed --magic -- (not ready)--

--Wind gust -- Magic (not ready)--

I contemplate the options, my round glasses perched firmly on my nose. How to use Darkness?

-- The DRAGON NEEDS ABSOLUTE DARKNESS, like a cave or a crevice, then meditate and let the darkness fill you. Then you will sink into the dimension of shadow.

You can remove or manipulate objects, bodies from their shadows.

You can also escape from prison or a cage and also kill or manipulate from a distance.

Because of its unethical properties, darkness can corrupt souls and require blood compensation proportional to the distance and influence of light.

You can pray to ask forgiveness from your god protector of divinity to clarify and justify the use of darkness for a good cause.

"So, as a Dragon, I'm still a Christian?" I ask with a hint of humor, adjusting my white gloves that hide tattoos on my hands, which read: "In God We Trust."

-- Yes...

"What about speed and wind gusts?"

--- DRAGONS NEED MAGIC TRAINING --

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-- THEN HASTE AND GUST OF WIND --

"A LOT OF TRAINING TO DO..." I sigh, my short, blonde hair ruffling in the breeze.

It, therefore, takes an infinite amount of time to walk. With a little luck, wolves are strong and can run 50 km a day and walk 75 km. But here we walk at night, and that's a huge difference. That's why they can only run 40 km per night.

"If we have to split up, always run north and you get to the sea. Go east. The final destination is the northern part of the mountains that cut the world in two: the Urals. My intuition tells me that we will never get to our destination."

Moon: "Is the wolf still alive?"

Me: "I can access his memory with my monster core. He's like in a dream state, but yes, he's dead, waiting to live again."

"thank you for everything you've done for us."

Then we reach a lake again, and I look for a cave to protect us.

Helicopters and heavy equipment arrive at the old tannery at night.

Mc Gyvor: "So, any proof? Any traces?"

Assistant: "Yes, the police are not qualified enough for footprints and animal tracking."

"As you can see, there are traces of a heavy animal in the mud, covered by wolves, and there you can see traces left there and here by the tail. This is a very advanced form of hunting because all traces are hidden by other predators such as wolves. This beast appears to be well trained or potentially possesses a good instinct or intelligent form of intelligence typical of mammals. The footprints look more like those of an extinct Saurian."

Mc Gyvor: "A clue to the direction?"

Assistant: "All the traces left lead to the lair. But if we make a straight line, there is a lake and a tourist area where an incident with thousands of birds died for an unknown reason. The wolf trackers are also abnormal. The distance and chronology show us that it is in motion and its passage corresponds with the incidents."

Mc Gyvor: "OK, we go to the den and we go to the birds but we don't stop, and we drive 40 km in the same direction, we could have a surprise there."

Then, the men head to the various vehicles and load heavy equipment onto a military helicopter. Another helicopter is filled with commandos, RAID-type equipment, bullet-proof vests, and a titanium mesh chain, specially designed to resist large shark bites.

They are all equipped with Google night vision and infrared systems and are armed with large-caliber automatic rifles and a dart gun with a modified perforating needle.

"Ground crew 1, we're in the den and there are no wolves. They're all gone. We have the signal, but it leads to frogs and rats. There is a group of poachers active here, and they can interfere with our work. It's sabotage. Roger."

"A helicopter will take you there, so be ready to go. You will go to the lake where the birds died. We're going after the beast."

Then the attack group rushed to my position.

"Ground crew 1, like the den, wolf tracks without a tracker, many animals. They're running north. The birds were prey, but it seems that the wolves are chasing the beast for an unknown reason."

Somewhere near the border between Germany and Poland, a huge man with a muscular body and a very square head, wearing a pair of round glasses and his short, blonde hair neatly combed, about 50 years old but difficult to determine, opens a letter in his office. He wears an ample priest suit, dark gray and always has white gloves to hide some tattoos in his hand that read: "In God We Trust." He also has with him a couple of blade swords he can replicate infinitely.

His office is the adjoining room of a medium-sized chapel made of white wood. The other side gives access to a larger red building with three floors and a courtyard in the middle, protected by a wall that surrounds the property, all embedded in the side of a forest and a few minutes from the center of a small village.

"Father John, we know that you are now resting at the orphanage after multiple exorcism missions. We know that you are tired and that you must pray to God to relieve your soul from Elohim. But by following various sources and sacred information, we think there are signs of the Beast's manifestation, and we would like you to investigate it now and inform us of the real situation. Social networks have broadcast images that can reflect these demonstrations. You are also the closest agent to the left hand of Almighty God, and we urge you to bring Divine Justice to such manifestations," the letter from the Pope reads.

Father John's voice is a deep rumble as he mutters to himself, "But I, the Apostle of Jesus, will bring you redemption."

He readjusts his round glasses and stands up, his white suit pristine and his demeanor resolute. He knows that he carries the divine authority to confront whatever evil has manifested, and he will not rest until it is vanquished.