Saving to kill? part-2
In a dim-lit cave, six people wearing red robes were standing in a circle with each of their feet were on the vertices of a six-pointed star drawn on the floor.
All six of them look frail and old. They were having red irises, and identical red wings and horns.
In the middle of the star stood a well-built old man with a barrier created around him.
Punching a barrier with all of his strength, he roared in anger. Cracks appeared on it but then, one of the elder dragons raised his hand and repaired the barrier almost instantly. "It's useless, Owen. You have caused enough trouble for our world. It is time for a new ruler to emerge and bring the changes. Give up on escaping."
"Hmpf, how long do you old geezers can hold me? One week? One month? One year? One day, I will return to the Imperial city and reclaim my throne. The only way for you to stop me is to kill me. I don't think you lot even possess the strength to do that.