Bab 128: The Demon Cult

The tunnel yawned open, revealing a cavern so vast I nearly gasped. The walls stretched half a mile away, the ceiling high enough to brush the mountain's peak. My eyes traced the faint outline of the tunnel we came through, a bulge in the cavern's walls beginning at the top and lazily spiraling down to the entrance I hid behind. Yet, despite the grandeur of the cavern, my attention was inevitably drawn to the colossal figure at the center.

The creature before me could only be described as a dragon. It possessed a tail, wings, four clawed limbs, and a sinuous neck. Its scales, a fiery crimson, were interlaced with icy, incandescent veins, which cast a dim glow that nearly reached the cave entrance. Despite its immense size, easily exceeding three hundred feet, the creature lay coiled in a defensive posture. Every few seconds, deep, rasping groans shook the cavern, sending prolonged shudders through its immense form.