Drystan had been trying for days to break free of the shackles that were holding him captive.
From the looks of the cave he had been held captive in, he had no idea how to make idea of the exact location where he was being kept.
He was in restrains, strong enough to hold his entire dragon form while Flamebane dripped over his body in slow and agonising droplets from somewhere above him.
He remembered the first and last time Nero had come to meet him.
Nero had talked about how he would exploit his darling wife in front of his eyes and he hadn’t been able to keep himself from unleashing his flames.
But his flames had died down within a few seconds and after that, Nero’s soldiers had taken their time to pierce every inch of Drystan’s dragon with their spears, arrows, and daggers.
