The colossal chains rattled with a low, deafening, metallic shriek that echoed endlessly up the jagged stone walls of the abyss. The scales of the ancient dragon shifted, scraping against the foundational bedrock of Voidmore with a sound like grinding mountains.
The molten gold pools of Spendo's eyes narrowed, capturing the flickers of violet mana from the ceiling and focusing them directly into the icy face of the Sovereign. The telepathic voice that entered Hebner Grand's mind was no longer just deep and wise; it was heavy with a sudden, suffocating leverage, vibrating with the raw, untamed power of a creature that existed before the first stone of the palace had ever been laid.
