"A dragon?" he murmured, his red lips curling into a lethal, terrifying smirk. "How... flammable. I think it's time the 'Special Consultant' showed the surface world why the Abyss doesn't fear fire, Seraphine. Shall we go... Liquidate this pest?"
I looked at my burning lands in my mind's eye, then at my three "Team Members." The Gala was over. The business of war had begun.
"Alex, prep the teleportation circle!" I barked, my 65-kilo frame already shifting into "Combat Deployment" mode. "Ford, I want those ballistae at the border by sunrise! Malphas... you're with me. If that dragon touches one more hectare of my father's wheat, I am going to show it exactly how a 'Super-Tank' handles a hostile takeover!"
Malphas POV
The scent of roasted pheasant and vintage Cabernet was supposed to be intoxicating, but to me, it smelled like a stagnant waiting room for the soon-to-be-extinct.
