Draco walked out of the elevator with a dark and deadly smile. His gait was measured and his breathing was even.
There was a ominous glint in his eye as he walked the hallways of the GloryGore Labs, his strange aura not making anyone stop him although he looked completely out of place with the way he was dressed so casually.
Every step he took was incomparably profound and confusing. They were small and very light, but he would move like he had stretched his legs to the fullest with each step.
It made for a visual dissonance that was hard to comprehend.
Draco exited the labs and stood in front of it. The sky was darkening and it was reaching the close of the day. Draco had spent a long time being refined by his bloodline after all, so it wasn't surprising that the whole day went away.
Sorry for the late chapter. This King had a bit of Writer's Block and Insomnia.
This King should be back to normal now.