Whispers of the Castle
He stood inside Tiamat's familiar room a moment later, the setting sun casting its orange sheen on their figures.
Seated on the silver elven throne, she extended her palm, her blue eyes sparkling and her lips curling into a knowing grin.
Without hesitation, he presented the event's reward with a warm smile.
"I'll get you the next ones soon."
She gripped her right leg, her shoulders trembling and her fingers twitching in delight. Though she wanted nothing but to focus on recovering, she dismissed the urge and smiled at Adam.
"I'm pleased by your performance, my dear contractor." She clapped her hands, a bright smile curving on her lips. "A reward is required, especially for reclaiming the first piece of my essence."
She stretched her palm out, a chaotic water vortex swirling and permeating the room with the scent of salt.
His heart drummed in anticipation as he noticed the golden glow hidden in its depth.