A Dragon's Dream Gone Wrong
Despite his hesitations, he kept his back straight and head high as his determined steps echoed in the rocky tunnel.
'Focus. The demonised kobold leader is powerful, but everything will work out just fine as long as you don't troll.'
With a short mental encouragement, his fingers tightened around his short sword. His knuckles whitening under the pressure, he emerged inside a broad cave and scanned the place.
Green demonic essence danced behind a horde of demented creatures. Like moths drawn to a flame, their insatiable greed for demonic essence consumed their minds as they tried to absorb it.
A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead as he saw them ignore the smoke rising from their pulsing veins and burning internal organs. Only power mattered to them right now, and they were trading their health and sanity for it. Yet, he overlooked them to squint at Maven's father.