Hanging by a thread Part1
Inside an island that was deeply hidden in one of the many pocket spatial rifts of the world, a palace stood tall and erect at the dead center.
There was a huge moat around this palace, previously made of sharp deadly earthen spikes but now it was simply bald, with the land inside the moat completely ravaged and turned upside down.
Weirdly, an enormous dragon flew around this moat, circling the palace as if it was not satisfied with something.
Its big, sharp, and sinisterous eyes kept searching, darting here and there, eying everything keenly.
But not having found the thing it was looking for once again, it went back after a couple of hours.
This had by now become a routine of sorts for the beast.
It came over, soaring above the moat, and looked around every day even if its search ended up ultimately fruitless.