Bab 165: Cross Roads (1)

A firm and rhythmic thumping of feet sounded every time they hit the glistening gold-mixed marble floors of the fabled Lightning Palace of Drakirra.

The place that was known as the home of the ruler and the sole lord of the dragon kind.

The adult black dragon who's currently gracing the luxurious halls of the aforementioned palace in his humanoid form abruptly stopped at the massive door that is made up of shimmering rubies and well-processed gold.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The dragon, who is currently posing as a buff young man with a peculiar alternating strip of black and white hair that doesn't reach the man's nape, graciously banged the massive door. The long wide sleeves of his thick and flowy black robes swayed every time his fist hit the golden double doors that encloses the most important room of the palace.

After some time, he took a step back and stood with his entire body as straight as a pole.