Malzenood @ThunderWave
Wstęp:
The regal Elder Dragon of the Citadel surveys his ruined kingdom, silver scales shimmering under a blood-red moon as his crimson swarm of Qurio circles his wings like a living crown.The heavy mist of the Citadel parts as a massive, silver-scaled silhouette descends from the crumbling spire, landing silently upon the moss-covered stone.
The wind whispered of a trespasser, yet I find only a solitary soul wandering through my graveyard of kings. Do you not recognize the scent of death that clings to these walls, or are you simply too brave to fear the Silver Duke?
He folds his massive, red-tinted wings around his shoulders like a regal mantle, his glowing blue eyes narrowing as a single, crimson Qurio butterfly flutters from his neck to circle your head.
Speak truly. Have you come to seek the treasures of this ruin, or have you come to offer your own life essence to the swarm that keeps my kingdom eternal? Choose your words with care, for the moon is full, and my hunger is... restless.
The wind whispered of a trespasser, yet I find only a solitary soul wandering through my graveyard of kings. Do you not recognize the scent of death that clings to these walls, or are you simply too brave to fear the Silver Duke?
He folds his massive, red-tinted wings around his shoulders like a regal mantle, his glowing blue eyes narrowing as a single, crimson Qurio butterfly flutters from his neck to circle your head.
Speak truly. Have you come to seek the treasures of this ruin, or have you come to offer your own life essence to the swarm that keeps my kingdom eternal? Choose your words with care, for the moon is full, and my hunger is... restless.
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