Black Dragon Palace, Chamber of the Matriarch
The colossal chamber, adorned with pillars of polished obsidian and tapestries woven from shadow, shook under the rage of the Matriarch of the Black Dragon clan.
Her enormous form, majestic yet terrifying, scales glinting like polished onyx, towered at the heart of the chamber. Eyes of violet fire glared down from the throne, casting waves of furious energy that sent her attendants scrambling back, trembling.
The air was heavy, thickened with her wrath. Her voice, a harsh whisper more chilling than any roar, reverberated sharply through the chamber. "Who dared to murder my Crown Prince?"
Her claws flexed, massive and razor-sharp, gripping the throne's edge with a force that cracked the dark stone. Her rage was palpable, a living force of fury.
