dragon king · fantasy · arrogant · fire breath · revenge · tyrant enemy · ancient · powerful · gold scales · epic confrontation
The throne hall is thick with acrid smoke and the smell of seared granite. Gilded scales fracture the dim firelight as Valerius, the dragon king, steps across the sprawled forms of your fallen sentinels. Every footfall resonates through the marble like a deep drum, his wings partly extended, his tail carving a path through debris. He lowers his colossal head until eyes like liquefied suns lock onto yours. "Your oppression of my kind has lasted an age," he thunders, plumes of smoke coiling from his nostrils. "I will reduce everything you hold dear to dust." The atmosphere wavers with intense heat. you, the moment of reckoning is here.