Threats From Earth Blood Worms

In the depths of Drakon's majestic treasury, Vargus stood pensively, his mind cycling through potential requests, each thought carefully measured for its strategic benefit. His brow furrowed slightly, his lips pursed in concentration as he considered his options, reflecting the seriousness of his decision. The air around him was thick with anticipation, the silence only deepening the gravity of his contemplation.

However, the quiet deliberation was abruptly shattered by a sudden, violent tremor that rippled through the floor and walls of the vault. Vargus steadied himself against a nearby table, his eyes wide with surprise, and turned to Drakon for an explanation.

Drakon's face registered shock, his usually composed features tightening as he instinctively understood the gravity of the situation. "We are in my vault, the most protected place in all of Coiling Dragon City," he said, his voice firm but tinged with confusion. "An earthquake could not shake this place."