Bridget was a giant dragon—or, in her own words, an ancient dragon.
An ancient dragon that had lived for tens of thousands of years, with a body over 690 feet long (roughly 230 meters) and a wingspan of 1,130 feet (roughly 377 meters). She was a terrifying behemoth, one of the apex predators among this cluster of Sky Islands.
Ogres, trolls, rock titans, Behemoths—she could tear any of them apart with ease.
Bridget was a Firesteel Dragon. Her scales were three to four times longer than those of ordinary dragons, exquisite in shape and colored in a blend of fiery red gold and silver. She was also one of the rare "handsome men and beautiful women" among dragons. Her immense wingspan and innate talent for magic were likewise traits coveted among dragonkind.
This sky sovereign, beautiful and brimming with power, silently flew over a vast mountain range.
The Madness Mountain Range—a range whose depths hid countless pretty little things that drove Bridget mad.
Normally, whenever Bridget flew over the Madness Mountain Range, she would arrogantly let out an earth-shaking dragon roar to declare ownership of the mountains. But today, she restrained herself with unusual care. She merely let out quiet, low growls like those weaker dragons, using them to help orient herself.
Her massive body was faster than countless ancient dragons of similar size. After locating several jet streams and beating her wings, her speed broke into a new realm, and she crossed the Madness Mountain Range in a mere thirty seconds.
That was an astonishing speed.
The last time she had timed herself, the journey had taken a full two minutes and thirty seconds—and for a dragon of her size, that had already been extremely fast.
Today, she was even faster, prompting quite a few weaker dragons to curiously