The worm-beast lunged after Fluffy with unrelenting hunger, its grotesque bulk tearing across the ruined landscape like a natural disaster that had grown bored of sleeping. Its thousand mouths screeched in overlapping tones, some screaming in agony, others whispering lullabies soaked in madness.
Fluffy flew like a comet of panic and fur, his nine tails streaming behind him as he tore across the sky at breakneck speed. He was powerful. He was fast. He had just killed two dragons like it was nothing. But right now, none of that mattered.
Because the thing chasing him didn't care.
And it was ugly.
So unbearably, cosmically ugly.
Fluffy growled low in his throat. "Why me? Why is it always me…"
Up ahead, the battered remnants of the red dragon squadron were already fleeing for their lives, what was left of their pride now scattered like scales in the wind. Fluffy, seeing them, adjusted course and sped after them enthusiastically.
