HE LOOKED LIKE A KING ON A THRONE.
Superior and proud as he gazed down on all other things below his golden stand. His sheen was blood-red and glistening with the thinnest ray of light passing through the cracks on the cobblestone wall. Delicate on his smooth sides and fierce on his edges. He was a stunner that everyone, not just in Escovia but also the whole world, would die to steal and keep.
"My Lord! My Lord!" a male hobbit, who was as barely as tall as the table he was hanging onto, screamed at the top of his lungs without tearing his gaze from that dungeon's main attraction. With his mouth agape and his green eyes wide, he jumped up and down in hopes for his Master to notice him. His name was Brocard, the last living servant to the current Alpha of Fire Dragons Clan.
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