Deep within the forest, shrouded in shadow, stood the black temple. Upon its throne lounged the draconic figure, his scaled features glinting in the dim, flickering light. A small fireball danced lazily between his clawed fingers, its glow casting sinister patterns along the walls.
“Hmmm… he carries the energy of the Outer Worlds,” the figure murmured, his golden, slit-pupiled eyes narrowing with intrigue as he watched Remiel guide his companions through the mist-choked valley. “What a fascinating prodigy… but those dark-blooded hounds are far from finished with them.”
The heavy silence of the temple broke as two figures burst into the chamber, their panicked voices echoing against the cavernous walls. They dropped to their knees, trembling as they cried out, “Master! Master!”
The draco
