"He is Dahek, Amon's pet," the Dragon Emperor said, his voice carrying no particular emotion as he tugged the chains violently and dragged the bloodied body fully into the room.
The iron links scraped harshly against the polished floor, leaving faint streaks of blood in their wake.
Dahek's body followed limply, every movement sending a dull clatter through the chamber.
His limbs were bound at unnatural angles, muscles were torn and swollen, and the black-and-red striped skin stretched tight over damaged flesh.
"He was roaming around in my Drakemore Empire's aerial space," Emperor Xaeroth Drakemore continued as he handed the chains to BloodRose and walked forward unhurriedly.
He approached Marcus's seat and lowered himself into it as though this were nothing more than a routine visit.
Andrea appeared back in her seat at the same time.
Marcus, however, did not sit. He appeared directly in front of Xaeroth in a flash and slammed his palms lightly against the table.
