Owen stepped onto the hundredth floor.
It was a throne room.
Massive and Majestic as you would expect it to be, The ceiling stretched high upwards, lost in shadows that seemed to swallow light.
Pillars lined the hall, each one engraved with the names of Dragon Kings throughout history, stretching back to the very beginning.
And At the far end, sitting on a throne, was a figure.
A dragon in humanoid form.
He was tall, easily seven feet with a presence that made him seem even larger.
Long black hair fell past his shoulders, shot through with streaks of gold that matched his eyes, eyes identical to Owen's in color but carrying the wisdom of centuries.
He wore robes of deep red adorned with golden embroidery that depicted dragons in flight, and power radiated from him like heat from a sun as the air around him distorted slightly like it was being boiled.
But something felt odd.
