Chapter 33: The Vengeful king
I stepped out of the portal and into the Red Dragon’s domain.
Gwyneria was waiting for me as I approached her.
She bowed slightly, her eyes studying me curiously.
"So," she said, "how was your battle against the Blood Jest Cult?"
I reached up and pulled back the hood of my cloak, letting the cool evening breeze touch my skin.
"They were strong," I replied, "but no real challenge. Maybe I only beat them because I’ve grown exponentially stronger."
She laughed proudly. "You bear the blessings of my Dragon Pact within you. That alone triples your strength, speed, and magical essence. It’s no surprise you crushed them."
I shrugged, then glanced around. "Where’s Raven?"
"Safe and sound," Gwyneria replied. "She’s in the throne room with the orcs. Do you want to see her now?"
"Sure," I said, falling into step beside her as we began to ascend the long staircase leading to the throne chamber.
As our footsteps echoed, I spoke again, my tone lower. "The Blood Jest Cult was after me, but they mistook Raven for me. I let her take all the credit during the selection exam, so they targeted her instead."