As this realization swept through Faxul's mind, an ancient voice reverberated through the cave.
"Drakos. So you finally turned? Humph, took you long enough. I can just imagine what our Emperor must be feeling from above when he sees that even his most trusted general has become 'lost'. That's how he would put it. I call it becoming 'awakened'. Welcome to our circle, and congratulations for being the first to succeed. I guess that it is because of the exceptional talent of that King? And spare that mutt. I still have use for him."
"Humph."
Squeezing slightly and cutting off the air of the crazy king, Daneel, or Drakos, as he had been called, watched on as the man's face became purple before fainting.
Throwing him to the side as if he were garbage, Drakos walked forward before conjuring a throne that seemed to be made of dragons.
At the arms, the legs and even the back, ferocious dragons with realistic expressions could be seen, giving off a vibe of splendid, yet dangerous glory.
