The Iron Blood Pyramid was quite on the inside. Apart from the low hums of magical machines that had been active for more than a million years, there was no other noise.
A large fiery red lion lay on the floor of the fifth level of command. His dark red mane flushed over his head, shoulders, and back, giving him a majestic appearance despite his unconscious state.
Adolf opened his eyes, regaining his long-lost consciousness. Memories rose from the depths of his groggy mind, memories of his last time awake.
Yes, something had hit him, something with a large body, impressive aura, and golden fur, something…
His breathing stabled as he remembered the name of his attacker, Kael.
As he moved, he felt the broken ribs that were yet to heal. That hit had been really devastating, not only knocking him out but also shattering his ribs.
