Spiritual Mark

It was a cold and isolated mountain with a warm interior. Not homely warmth, but oppressive heat. It was the Volcano of the Volcan empire where the prince, now emperor, Mite Volcan resided following his usurpation of the throne.

The young prince who often had an aloof and indifferent expression was currently feeling pressured. His hands were sweaty and though his face was solemn his heart beat rapidly.

"How much longer are you going to keep me waiting Bana?" The great fire dragon, Pyre, whom Mite had used for his successful appropriation of the empire asked. The dragon's red eyes seemed to be visually threatening to burn him alive.

The bubbling hot lava which Pyre had sunk it's body did not alleviate Mite in the slightest.  That being said, there existed the possibility that Mite's sweaty palms weren't at all related to his nerves but to the suffocating volcano gasses and heat.