Chapitre 149: Under Siege

The Golden Draconian Palace stood high on a hill, overlooking the surrounding fields and the city of Giza. Stone towers glistened in the moonlight as they stretched towards the stars in the night sky. 

The citadel, surrounded by high defensive walls, was impossible to approach without knowledge or permission. Men paced the battlements. At the gates, there were more guards. To protect this estate, the Draconians amassed a veritable army.

Drake's coiled body laid on the bed in the dark, surrounded by gloomy reminders of his loneliness. The steady white noise repeating in his ears was the perpetual quiet. His head swam in the heat that burned inside him, the sole smoldering embers of a time when the Fire Dragon had been with him and surrounding him.

But now, that scorching heat had been slowly filled with a cold, howling storm of nothingness that refused to ever let up. He was completely and utterly alone in his mind, body, and soul.