Capítulo 39: Uncooperative Phoenix Blood King

In the grand hall of the Phoenix Blood Kingdom, the atmosphere was tense. Flames danced in ornate sconces along the stone walls, casting flickering shadows on the crimson banners that bore the kingdom's sigil: a blazing phoenix rising from the ashes.

Burning incense meant to evoke strength and focus filled the air but it seemed to only deepen the tension that gripped the room.

King Dragan, a large man with a bushy black beard and a stern expression, stood in front of the throne where the Phoenix Blood King sat.

King Azarath of Phoenix Blood, known for his ruthless demeanor, leaned back in his chair, his piercing amber eyes locked onto Dragan. His long hair, the color of molten lava, cascaded over his shoulders, and his hands were clasped in front of him, fingers tapping impatiently.