An Shelie addressed the expansive hall with calm, "Where are the Dragon Guards, where is Narlie?"
His deep, dignified voice echoed repeatedly in the hall, stirring up dust and causing the dome above to vibrate. Unfortunately, there was no response.
Bang!
The crimson door violently burst open.
Wooden splinters bloomed like reeds, tearing through the air and spewing thick smoke.
From the murky yellow smoke, a golden figure shot out, landing on the ground, creating a crater. Then it bounced up, rolling back and forth like a rubber ball, finally coming to a stop at An Shelie's feet. Amidst painful, weak gasps, a blood-covered face struggled to lift itself.
"My lord, I am here," Narlie struggled to kneel and bow.
But he could not succeed, his limbs were cruelly broken, and countless bones in his body were shattered, like a broken toy mauled by a capricious child.
"Sorry..." Narlie suddenly fell forward, a large hand steadied his brutally broken shoulder.