The dragon began its descent, a massive, dying star of scales and scorched flesh, plummeting toward the city with a terminal, whistling roar: WHHHHHHH OOOOOOOM! It was a catastrophe in motion, a mountain of meat and bone destined to pulverize anything in its path.
But Rex was faster.
With a violent, invisible wrench of his telekinesis, he caught the beast in mid-air. The sheer weight of the dragon strained against his mental grip, the air itself groaning under the sudden deceleration. SHHHHH THUD!
He didn't just stop the fall; he steered it. He redirected the massive, tumbling carcass toward the northern section of the plaza, a wasteland of jagged stone and pulverized masonry where the golem impacts had already turned the architecture into a graveyard of rubble.
The dragon slammed into the broken earth with a bone-shaking, final thud: KRA BOOOOOM! Dust and pulverized stone erupted in a massive cloud, settling slowly over the limp, broken form of the beast.
