King Jian sat in his throne room long after dismissing his subordinates, his eyes were closed in meditation and his head was rested against his closed fist.
From where he sat, Jian could hear the activities going on in the nearest levels of the Keep as the dragon lords and dragon guards were mustered to execute the orders of the dragon king.
It would not be long now, Jian knew his dragons would find him the answers he needed and more, the dragons would win... always.
The world knew it too and yet time without number, they dared oppose the dragons.
The dwarves... the black network, and the loss of contact with Fort Blazed, it was one thing after the other.
The decades long of peace in the stronghold was now being threatened, but threats were not a new reality to the beasts of Asvar.
