The Red Haired Man

In a large throne room, a figure sat on the throne.

A large dragon stood tall behind him. How presence was domineering, so much so that all those beneath him were left shivering.

This was a gathering of powerful beings, perhaps the greatest in all their races. But despite that, in front of the figure who sat on the large golden throne.

They could only bow their head.

But he was a human! How so?

But that was no reason to disrespect this figure. If with a singe swat of their hands they could clear a single continent, with a swat of this figures hands, the whole world would be left in shanders.

That was the power he wielded. Power akin to that of the gods. Garmond was amidst this crowd of individuals and he watched the figure as he stood from his throne.

His striking red hair, sweeping the floor as he walked gently down the flight of stairs.