Large oil paintings hung on both sides of the palace corridor.
Beneath the paintings stood golden sculptures, vividly capturing vampires, silver dragons, angels, demons... even the incarnations of the divine.
These are the glorious exploits and illustrious achievements of the Ashen Empire's Emperor.
Dracalis ascended the steps one by one, lifting her gaze to finally behold that majestic figure once more—
A mighty red dragon lay sprawling across a throne renowned for its gold, its demeanor slightly languid, yet still exuding an incontestable majesty.
This red dragon was extraordinarily robust, with muscles coiled like solidified magma.
His entire body was covered in thick red scales, with a metallic sheen glimmering on their surface, faint dark gold patterns resembling underground magma flowing beneath a cracked earth.
Atop his massive head, four horns swept back like a crown, and his pale-gold vertical pupils resembled magma, revealing arrogance, contempt, and disdain.
